Mama said “What you gonna do? 
Them Miles get lonely 
You a different Kind of Blue 
Preparing for this journey 
You a different kind of you 
But before you get to tripping 
Know you got to tie your shoes” 
Pop said “Got dammit 
You know I’m gonna miss you, 
Men ain’t supposed to cry 
But why didn’t I bring my tissue 
Funny growing up 
Independence was your issue 
Now you independent 
And dicking labels that tried to diss you 
So give a kiss to your sister 
Save one for your mom 
Don’t care about you blowing up 
We just want you to be the bomb 
Feel like heroes when see what we Spawned 
On the CD-ROM 
You used to mow these lawns.” 
Sister said “You know I’m so proud 
Remember when you used 
to play that Stevie Wonder 
So loud 
But not even Stevie Wonders 
Bet even he knows now 
You the new pimp juice 
Slinging Vokals 
Remember when the flows wasn’t tight 
And the shows wasn’t killing 
And the hoes wouldn’t bite 
You gotta respect it 
I rocks the message 
They love your Vibe 
I love your Essence” 
Mm, say no more 
Brings tears to my eyes 
What you say those for? 
Funny y’all love ‘em 
Ya’ll the ones I made those for 
Y’all the fire ‘till my flame 
Cant blaze no Morehouse College 

Chorus: 
These are true stories 
Even true lies 
Tell the truth for me 
And may the truth rise 
Told ‘em these are true stories 
But even truth lies 
Finding true glory 
Staring in truth’s eyes 

Verse: 
Grandma said “you gone always be my baby 
Morehouse man, I can’t believe you graduated 
Living in Atlanta now, I heard you had a lady 
Hate you left 
And hate to say it 
But somebody had to make it 
Auntie said “Babyboy you gone always just be Brother 
Looking in your face 
I’ma always see your mother 
Something like Sunday dinner 
Grandma biscuits with the butter 
Know the world can gone and hate you baby 
We gone always love you 
Rob said “You was just more like my little bro 
You was little so 
I was overprotective 
Checking niggas in the throat 
Nah I wasn’t being mean 
I was letting niggas know 
Let you drink a little brew 
And inhale a little dro’ 
Woah 
Dough said “Damn, ‘lil homie 
It’s looking like yo ass is the man ‘lil homie 
This yo Yeezy Everything I Am, ‘lil homie 
It’s funny, this ain’t nothing you ain’t plan ‘lil homie 

Chorus: 
These are true stories 
Even true lies 
Tell the truth for me 
And may the truth rise 
Told ‘em these are true stories 
But even truth lies 
Finding true glory 
Staring in truth’s eyes