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Fre$h (Short Dawg)

"It's True"

[Verse 1: BJ The Chicago Kid]
First Imma start with my n*gga Al Mac
The first real n*gga I lost
Even though he used to gang bang
Would never live to see his chain swing
But that's the Jesus piece loss
Cause he would have rocked it well
But instead he rocked that hair full of braids
Braided by his girl Leecy
Went to Simeon, n*gga had game kinda cold
Never kill the soul
So we never had a problem with thinking this ever getting known
Living life like it never would happen
sh*t, n*ggas dying like life really going full circle
Thought we was gonna live to see it all
Till that day that he died on a head-on collision with a motorcycle

[Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid]
It's true, cool n*ggas die too
Yeah n*gga, It's true, cool n*ggas die too
It could happen to me, it could happen to you
But yeah It's true

[Verse 2: BJ The Chicago Kid]
I met Jamico when I went to high-school
They stayed around the corner but sh*t, I never knew
Me and Kisel Ken in the basement playing drums, making music
While she fussy yelling down the stairs
“I’m on the phone you losers!”
I remember late for school every morning thirsty for that mickey d's
When I know when the death of a mother matured him very quickly
So we go fast forward school graduated
Went to college got married
They had a pretty little girl but the world couldn't make her tardy
He died from a seizure at her daughter's birthday party

[Hook]
It's true, cool n*ggas die too
Yeah n*gga, It's true, cool n*ggas die too
It could happen to me, it could happen to you
But yeah It's true

[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]
Blue chucks, swing Glocks, they're both in my pants
I'm a gangster I can do no wrong
f*ck with the lights on and say I love you baby
Cause tomorrow may not make it to me
I got a kilo and a seven series when a crown went crack. n*gga
I bet the gun sale plat, oh
ATF be on that sucker sh*t
They hate a black n*gga with getting money's involved
Got an ounce in my draws
I just wanna live forever my n*gga
Took the blue pill, crack the axillae
If Q said it then you know that sh*t's real
Pistol grip up on my lap all times
I used to drive a Honda with the dimes inside
Now drive by is by the lost that kill bay base kids
So the gun is who my role model is, Live the script in the Benz
Look, I'm never half of my steppin', i never knock with my weapon
So you'll get got in a second like

[Hook]
It's true, cool n*ggas die too
Yeah n*gga, It's true, cool n*ggas die too
It could happen to me, it could happen to you
But yeah It's true

[Outro: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Alright man, just for a few seconds
If you got somebody that you lost it was vital to your life
And you feel like you really got a guardian angel right now
I mean, yes I say man, you mean, [?] at the same time, yeah
Get ready
1, 2, 3, go
Somebody lost a mother, father
1, 2, 3, go
A brother, sister, cousin, best friend
1, 2, 3, go

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