True Lyrics By Lil Durk
Lit, no cig, clean Sprite mixed with no lean
(Aight, L, how you did your guy?)
We smoke straight dope, ain't no seeds in it (True)
Clean Sprite, put some lean in it (True)
A rock star's got some G's in it (True)
Real killers, they don't leave witness (True)
Tax season, boy, your car rented (Yo)
Bitch, you boostin', you got no bets
Call my shooters, they got no limits (L, L, true)
I'm just rockin' in my true religious
Got a Glock with a beam
Bada-boom, bada-bing
Ops not on a thing
We need some real big rings
Netflix and chillin', watchin' Narco
And my cup, the color Harpo
Got fifty in his cargo
Used to sit and watch my car door
Valet asked me how to park those
I'm scannin' **** like a barcode
Fake designer, that's a no-no
We rockin' rollies, fuck a jo-jo
We smoke straight dope, ain't no seeds in it
Clean Sprite, put some lean in it (True)
A rock star's got some G's in it (True)
Real killers, they don't leave witness (True)
Tax season, boy, your car rented (Yo)
Bitch, you boostin', you got no business
Call my shooters, they got no limits (L, L, true)
I'm just rockin' in my true religious
Money got me Bowflexin'
Ball man, no Paris
Pussy 'bout to get the message
Before I have my youngins stressin'
I told 'em I'ma turn up all the
Killed his ass, be one up on him
We hawk 'em down, we run up on 'em
His Tweets said he keep 'em on him
I'll just call another rapper
My **** know that I be trappin'
To the streets, I'm so adapted
Fuck the state, they took my rappy
We smoke straight dope, ain't no seeds in it (True)
Clean Sprite, put some lean in it (True)
A rock star's got some G's in it (True)
Real killers, they don't leave witness (True)
Tax season, boy, your car rented (Yo)
Bitch, you boostin', you got no business
Call my shooters, they got no limits (L, L, true)
I'm just rockin' in my true religious
