OG Boobie Black - True Story lyrics

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(Intro)

Yeah, muthafuckas wanted to know so I gotta tell 'em

Y'all always wonderin' why I got my arm under my shirt

You always askin' questions, man

Boobie Black got sum' tucked underneath, nahwimean?

I'm from the magnoli, true story, ya heard me?

(Verse)

The story goes on about my life in the game

A past been a muthafucka, but it ain't no thang

My life is that witch, but I'm still in the bricks

Committed murders and now these niggas wanna send hits

Got banged up in the 'know you' with the king

Stop bussin' back, I got that bitch and snicker in the way

I'm ______(?) on the drum, I'm bout to die, this shit is real

I'm in a blood pool with my hand on the steel

I'm mad as a muthafucka, blooded like a hoe

My mack ain't neva still smokin' from them shells that got off

Here comes the ambulance and the fuckin' five o's

They askin' many questions but I act like I don't know

I'm on the way to the hospital holdin' on

Paramedics tellin' me I gotta be strong

I wonder, will I die, that's what the fuck I'm thinkin'

I know I'm fucked up because I see my arm hangin'

We at our destination, my body's in pain

The nurses and the doctors tryna found out my name

They sendin' me to surgery, they sayn I'm in critical

I'm layin' on the table with a body full of holes

The doctor got a gasmask pointin' on my face

I'm gettin' kinda sleepy but I'm tryna stay awake

The shit that I'm stressin' is muthafuckin' real

Livin' by the steel, you die by the steel

I hope that I would make it to see another day

Lord knows if I do a lotta niggas gonna pay

I put that on my family, you bitches betta know

But if I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go

(Interlude)

(Verse 2)

This shit is hectic, I'm on the life support

I'm lookin' at my people, my body full of dope

Tubes everywhere, from my nose to my dick

I'm real fucked up with this hospital shit

My muthafuckin' arm, they had to amputate it

They say they couldn't save it cuz the ligaments was shredded

A lotta fuckin' flowers, a lotta fuckin' cards

A lotta fuckin' disses from all kinda broads

I get the fuckin' word, my niggas put in work

Anotha homicide, a nigga get in the dirt

A few months later I'm feelin' kinda betta

I'm ready fo' the streets and I'm down fo' whateva

Got a few gats, Mac11 and the Tech

I pack that fuckin' drama, hit it straight to the projects

Lookin' fo' my enemy, young nigga's in his clique

I heard when I got shot they was all talkin' shit

So niggas disrespectin' cuz I'm comin' with that heat

I'm bout retaliation puttin' it six feet deep

My gat's gonna pressure, you get the fuckin' picture?

And muthafuckin' right, whoeva loved ya gonna miss ya

You a dead nigga

(Outro)