Lyrics True Story - Jfameous

Now I don't really wanna - talk about the dirt,
I was out here - trying to make my hustle work
I ain't asking for forgiveness - for my sins,
I ain't asking for forgiveness - for my sins
You can tell they fake it - when you look up in their eyes,
Born in open water - had to swim against the tide
I was on the corner - looking in from the outside,
When you living on a dime - everything is do it die
Now I have trouble staying - sober for a week,
I have trouble staying - sober when I sleep
Lord know that underneath my bed - I keep a piece,
And it's gon' be some hell if any devil try to come for me
Now I don't really wanna - talk about the dirt,
I was out here - trying to make my hustle work
I ain't asking for forgiveness - for my sins,
I ain't asking for forgiveness - for my sins
I do not ask for sympathy - and do not plan on giving none,
Ain't no in between - I'm as cold as they come
You can smell it on my person - you can tell that I'm holding,
Gotta keep the cash close - cuz' you know the fiends lurking
I'm so allergic to the syrup - but I still stay medicated,
If I ever meet my maker - they gon' have to do explaining
I was sitting in the basement - just perfecting the plot,
Been around the block - but I think they forgot