True Story

Now i heard...

That cadence weapon...

He said this..

I can't believe he's fucking her

This plays out like romance novel

Involving hearts and hobbles

I heard homegirl does the head bobble

For any john in the district, city or county

I slop up the goods like bounty

Like i heard she got on that head like a bounty

Now even though i heard he's gay

He's gotta show on the 8th

Would you come see' em play?

It's too snug-fit, you can see the cellphone imprint

Covered by stone-washed labels and armor

And though he's a charmer

This is held as a defensive mechanism

To deflect his sparks of empriority

And i've seen him with wilding and

You know what that means

He's a clean-cut scenester "archaic" type to me

And the median express with the city and breath

And i'll talk shit to anyone who'll listen

Who am i?

You bore me now

Who whored me out

Aligory i label "a true story"

Put those paints and claims to good use

Make up messes and hope to find prove

I speak good facts to people at the scrap

But i only run rumors like fleetwood mac

The inviting is incredible and he's writing is illegible

But i think the word and paragraph

Are 3rd to stephanie

Rhymebook livebook, joker smoker

He owes poker pals will catch a "roker" like al

You don't lose weight like drug stick-ups

Thug pickups, he wears nikes since

He heard his own songs

I pray like james when i rip, the only difference

Is i didn't make up any of this shit

But you know i was at a house party

And he made an eyeball playlist

And he was so pretentious i mean refused to speak

But i never introduced myself but he's awful weak

He's the famous one, he should intiate and

Intrigue conversation, he's like 1/3 diplomat

A real "santana" type

You bore me now

Who whored me out

Aligory i label "a true story"

Put those paints and claims to good use

Make up messes and hope to find prove

Cadence weapon called her "a bitch"

And claimed her miscarriage was scam

He called like a priest

I only say "peace" because i say what i mean

I never hated anyone who's ever hurt me

Blackout's and booze-a-thons

Bro-downs, ballerblocks

Cause great bounties around the rumor mill shift

And he rumbles with a switch

And murmurs with it too

But there's only so much that one man can prove

And i will argue that you don't know sherri like i do

Everything you've heard is probably not true

Every single word is pointed against you

Your a kin with the firing line, dead generals

And general, i'm led and fed intervals

And o.d like t.o, you seek prose and smoke beats

But hope sleeps for nebo, middle name: theo

You bore me now

Who whored me out

Aligory i label "a true story"

Put those paints and claims to good use

Make up messes and hope to find prove