Video True Story de Akintoye 2025 Rap Lyrics

Akintoye - True Story Lyrics

[Hook]
True stories for the glory
Put them shits in order now before I'm 40
That’s the shit I spend my days on
Them niggas way gone
Mind ya' business, I'ma claim more
Don’t need to say more
This the shit these niggas pray for
You little pay whore
I brought my niggas in the same door
I put the frame on

[Verse 1]
These niggas asking where the party at
Sever sweaty niggas in a Pontiac
Heart set on dodgin' the rest
Ain't talkin' cardiac
Only question:
Where the hell ya' seein' the Bacardi at?
Guarantee to bring a couple' shawties back (Walk it back, yo)
Never seen a better ratio
Take your pick and take a hand
And turn the knob, oh where we go? ([?])
Playing the way, turn up the radio
Think I came to play?
This ain't the Wayne Brady show (Crazy yo)
[Hook]
True stories for the glory
Put them shits in order now before I’m 40
I consider this a prologue
Some shit to go on
I never been the type to show off
But I need her clothes off

[Verse 2]
I told her, "Hol’ up, how you doin' miss?
Don’t mean to offend, I ain't no foolish here
I'm just tryna figure out why you in this soiree
All alone, and what the odds we leavin' this party"
Operatin’ smooth, lil' shawty
Know she dig the rhythm of this parlay
Told me she jus' poppin' out
Told me the type to stay inside (That's a vibe)
I said, "Same shawty, ahah
But here we are, and ta-da
There's magic in the air, we share
So I ain't bothered
But if you tryin' to leave, I would
And I'm in the spirit for some spontaneity
Away with me, just let me know
I came with my niggas, but shit
I'm ready to go"
She said, "My man's comin' through the door" (Oh no)
I ain't no busta'
I gathered up the pride that I could muster
Said, "If he want a problem, I can dust him
He's one man," I feel a brush
Like when the broom hit the dust
Pan over my shoulder like
"Are you dumb fam?" (Goddamn)
I turn around, this niggas 6 foot 12
With a dirty side-bag
That shit's been through hell
And breath hard to match with a backwoods smell
Plenty people, if he hurt me
Then at least he'll go to jail
Every man gotta make a choice with his voice
You even let him punk you
While you make some fuckin' noise
And so I ball my fist
Confidence on full display
And told him, "Man
I was just playin'" (Goddamn)
[Outro]
True stories for the glory
Put that shit in order now before I'm 40
That's the shit I spend my days on