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Tre' Bandzz - True Story Lyrics



Tre' Bandzz - True Story Lyrics
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I smoke tobacco trying get f*ck shit out my head
Youn know bout crack smoke junkies rushing to get my meds
My own bro backdoor
I smoke tobacco trying get f*ck shit out my head (my head)
Youn know about crack smoke junkies rushing to get my meds (my meds)
My own bro backdoor f*cked up thinking about times we shared
I can't let that go if I do brother kill me dead
Straight out da east i'm from the bottom of the trenches, clutch my rod when I be in it
It was hard how we was living
I couldn't stack it up was tricking before I flip it
La brudda masking up he got that rocket inna civic
Ten toes out on the block I got that thumpa in my dippy
I go harder when you wit me, build them scars up from the trenches
Knee deep in these streets I got dem oppas in my mentions
And they just snatched up e I hope my brother don't get sentenced (uh)
My nigga spanked shit on my cousin almost lost blood (lost blood)
He asked me how I feel about it I say it's all love (all love)
That nigga tried to play wit us like he was all thug (all thug)
Go against the guys or one my brothers den it's all war (all war)
Walked in on pops thought he was sleep but he was dead and gone
Broke down in tears ran straight to E and called my momma phone
Detective brought out yellow tape I knew a lost a soul
My granny lost her only son said she can't sleep alone
I smoke tobacco trying get f*ck shit out my head
Youn know bout crack smoke junkies rushing to get my meds
My own bro backdoor f*cked up thinking bout times we shared
I can't let det go if I do brother kill me dead
Post onna block we had det yaeyae in the hallway
Walk out da door I pray to god he keep us all safe
We too trapped out me and la fizzap serving broad day
Can't pay no mind imma onna grind like f*ck what y'all say
Since ah Youngin I been grinding i'm the one
Patient waiting wit my bruddas want our time just fa to come
Late night bumming couch to couch ain't have nobody for some months
Solid Youngin from da trenches like nobody one of one
Youn know bout crack smoke (nah)
My own bro backdoor (bro backdoored)
My own bro backdoor
Mmhmm
Aight that's it
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I smoke tobacco trying get f*ck shit out my head
Youn know bout crack smoke junkies rushing to get my meds
My own bro backdoor
I smoke tobacco trying get f*ck shit out my head (my head)
Youn know about crack smoke junkies rushing to get my meds (my meds)
My own bro backdoor f*cked up thinking about times we shared
I can't let that go if I do brother kill me dead
Straight out da east i'm from the bottom of the trenches, clutch my rod when I be in it
It was hard how we was living
I couldn't stack it up was tricking before I flip it
La brudda masking up he got that rocket inna civic
Ten toes out on the block I got that thumpa in my dippy
I go harder when you wit me, build them scars up from the trenches
Knee deep in these streets I got dem oppas in my mentions
And they just snatched up e I hope my brother don't get sentenced (uh)
My nigga spanked shit on my cousin almost lost blood (lost blood)
He asked me how I feel about it I say it's all love (all love)
That nigga tried to play wit us like he was all thug (all thug)
Go against the guys or one my brothers den it's all war (all war)
Walked in on pops thought he was sleep but he was dead and gone
Broke down in tears ran straight to E and called my momma phone
Detective brought out yellow tape I knew a lost a soul
My granny lost her only son said she can't sleep alone
I smoke tobacco trying get f*ck shit out my head
Youn know bout crack smoke junkies rushing to get my meds
My own bro backdoor f*cked up thinking bout times we shared
I can't let det go if I do brother kill me dead
Post onna block we had det yaeyae in the hallway
Walk out da door I pray to god he keep us all safe
We too trapped out me and la fizzap serving broad day
Can't pay no mind imma onna grind like f*ck what y'all say
Since ah Youngin I been grinding i'm the one
Patient waiting wit my bruddas want our time just fa to come
Late night bumming couch to couch ain't have nobody for some months
Solid Youngin from da trenches like nobody one of one
Youn know bout crack smoke (nah)
My own bro backdoor (bro backdoored)
My own bro backdoor
Mmhmm
Aight that's it
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Writer: Treveon Curtis
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Performed By: Tre' Bandzz
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: Treveon Curtis

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