Loosing Myself (It’s True)
[Intro: Capo]
Ok!
We're back on our wavey shit
Say Ahoy to your captain
It's the nigga Nina with the Nina
[Chorus: Rochelle Jordan (Intro continued: Capo)]
I am losing myself to find you
(Uh! And this track's called It's True)
I am losing myself to find you
(Cah every bar's true in this time, you lot gotta listen up close)
(/Cah this has got pain and real shit)
I am losing myself to find you (You know)
(My nigga always does this)
Yeah I'm dying, it's true
(But you niggas keep doubting the dude)
It's true
[Verse 1: Nines]
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 is pressed
I ain't give a fuck if i get views
I can't be on the block with these niggas that just left school
Promoters tryna book me for shows but they ain't offering enough
Thats why I'm still out here cooking up O's
I'm on the grind, I dont need a girl
Most my niggas got cases, so when we're all together, that's a Breach FL
Rolling in the fast lane
My line was doing Old Kent Road numbers
Now it's like hotels and park lanes
I got a counselling 'case a mission bringing the food back
I need a driver, i might bring in Phillip but screw that
I'm 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
[Chorus: Rochelle Jordan (Interlude: Capo)]
I am losing myself to find you
(Yeah! Damn my nigga, let that track breathe fam)
I am losing myself to find you
(I mean these niggas ain't ready yet)
(We out here flying birds, niggas is taking selfies)
I am loosing myself to find you
(I mean they're backwards, we out here trapping all day, these niggas are tweeting)
Yeah I'm dying, it's true
(It's pitiful, Ice City, baby, get it)
It's true
[Verse 2: Nines]
Nigga want my life wish we could trade place
Cah I can't roll without a nine, cah I'm 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, uh
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, I'm still selling weight
Whipped a whole one, it looks like i made a wedding cake
I'm 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 she's got back, i dont care if she ugly
The tape's 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 don't do ticks
[Chorus: Rochelle Jordan]
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
[Outro: Rochelle Jordan]
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)...