Cuuhraig - True Story Lyrics

I pray to God they don't take my life away
I'm too busy ducking 12 trynna take my rights away
Trynna pull us over say we have no license plate
Handcuff us, tell us do whatever Simon say
I ain't gon' play that cuz I'm gangsta
And it's f*ck 12
I'm screaming f*ck 12 from the top of my lungs
And I got murder on my mind like I been sipping Red Rum
They gon' try to follow us because we look like some thugs
But I don't know what they want

And they gon' try to knock me cuz I hold that fire
I done been through the worst just look inside my eyes
Every night I pray that I stay alive
I know my dawgs gon cry
I got tinted windows so I can block my shooters
Every time I step out the crib I gotta keep a Ruger
R.I.P to my fallen soldiers that's why I keep my troopers
And it's f*ck 12, yeah that's why I'm going stupid

I pray to God they don't take my life away
I'm too busy ducking 12 trynna take my rights away
Trynna pull us over say we have no license plate
Handcuff us, tell us do whatever Simon say
I ain't gon' play that cuz I'm gangsta
And it's f*ck 12
I'm screaming f*ck 12 from the top of my lungs
And I got murder on my mind like I been sipping Red Rum
They gon' try to follow us because we look like some thugs
But I don't know what they want

He got the SD on his fitted, they trynna capture em
They say you from Park Village, they been after em
They say you from the dark to be exact cuz you ain't got no sun
Now he's trynna get away he's on the run
My life, my dreams, could all be gone
If I ever went down the wrong way
Should've just went to church on that Sunday
Should've just listened to everything they told me
Cuz now I'm fighting 20 to life
Stuck inside the cell I know it ain't right
They trynna take my life away
But I still seen my brotha touch about 52
I ain't gon' lie to you

I pray to God they don't take my life away
I'm too busy ducking 12 trynna take my rights away
Trynna pull us over say we have no license plate
Handcuff us, tell us do whatever Simon say
I ain't gon' play that cuz I'm gangsta
And it's f*ck 12
I'm screaming f*ck 12 from the top of my lungs
And I got murder on my mind like I been sipping Red Rum
They gon' try to follow us because we look like some thugs
But I don't know what they want