Okay were back on our wavey shit
Say Ahoy to your captain
Its that nigga Nina with the Nina

I am losing myself to find you Huh! And this track's called "It's True"
I am losing myself to find you Cah every bars true, you lot gotta listen up close
I am losing myself to find you Cah this has got pain and real shit you know?
Yeah I'm dying, it's true But you niggers keep doubting the dude
It's true

Cooking up it ain't fried chicken, I'll hook you up I ain't line clicking
Miley cyrus on the trampoline that white flippin
All them paigons skate when they see me in the flesh
I ain't flake like the media express?
I ain't give a fuck if I get views
I can't be on the block with these niggers that just left school
Promoters tryna book me for shows but they ain't offering enough
Thats why im still out here cooking up O's
Im on the grindi dont need a girl
Most my niggers got cases so when were all together thats a?
Rolling in the fast lane my line was doing old? road numbers
Now its like hotels and park lanes
I got a cancelling cos its a mission bringing the food back
I need a driver, I might bring in phillip but screw that
Im bout to make a killing, can't be chilling with the new cats
They bugging me to do tracks but im just tryna move packs

I am loosing myself to find you Yeah down my nigga, let that track breathe fam
I am loosing myself to find you I mean these niggers ain't ready yet
I am loosing myself to find you we out here flying birds, niggers are taking selfies
Yeah I'm dying, it's true I mean they're backwards, we out here trapping, niggers are tweeting
It's true

Nigga want my life wish we could trade place
Cah I can't role without a nine cos im a bait face uh
I ain't tryna end up in cuffs
Told my nigga I dont want nothing for my birthday because his presence was enough
Saw the new? I had to cop it, before I even put it on
I made my nigga nasa rock it
My face is getting bait, im still selling weight
Whipped a whole one it looks like I made a wedding cake
Im stacking for a new life, them man are preparing for the summer
Ya man ain't a boss like? he's a runner
Got that Tt crack to the fiends love me
I hit it if shes got back, I dont care if she ugly
The tapes taking long to drop cah I move bricks
Thats money in them shoe boxes, they ain't new kicks
And I still move a 8 ball like a Q stick
Told a fiend that I ain't like nike cah I dont do ticks

I am losing myself to find you
I am losing myself to find you
I am losing myself to find you
Yeah I'm dying, it's true
It's true

It's true (Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's true
It's true (Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's true
It's true (Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)