Verse 1
I'm true to this game that's why a thug write this shit,
The way I do using metaphors to leave you bent
On the ground now you stuck to this new I'll shit,
Coming from the god magnetic world now you hit
Keep in mind all that money you got ain't worth shit,
You better go do a lap put together a hit
Cause when I finish you gonna wish you never step in the ring,
With the god from Harlem world that love to bang
All M. C. 's that think y'all the best that ever did it,
Nah homies Tupac was the 1 that made me feel it
Put the confidence in the god now I'm ready for war,
If you don't like it yo I'm still eating the core
Till it's hard I can't bite spit it out stomp on it,
Sweep it up throw it in the trash I turn around you bent
Laying on the ground for what oh ya I just spit,
Guess you caught a heart attack guess your fams caught a fit

Hook: I'm True to this game that's why a thug write this shit
The way I do using metaphors to leave you bent
I'm True to this that's why a thug write this shit,
True to this game metaphors to leave you bent

Verse 2
I'm true and I die hard just like you,
Cause I'm a true thug popping them toy with the grew
Grinding hard black down with the tims on,
Hungry for that green always plotting for more
So I choose the street life started bubbling hard,
Felt in love at a young age kind of odd
You no first time when you touch the toy,
You blink out that's when you knew the war was on
But in my eye's seen blood raw death,
Bodies laying on the ground with rotton flesh
With white chalk around like you started some art,
But the 3rd eye is telling me that's a mark
Of death yes I'm scared but I'm ready for war,
Want more of this pie now I'm out to get yours
Cause my half that ain't shit with yours is more to spin,
After mean stream ya this track be a 10

Hook: I'm True this this game that's why a thug write this shit
The way I do using metaphors to leave you bent
I'm true to this that's why a thug write this shit,
True to this game metaphors to leave you bent

Verse 3
Now this the last thing I'm gonna say to let ya'll no,
I'm true to this game 16 bars of that raw
True flames of firer being spit to burn the streets,
From the god magnetic world now it's time to eat
So give me the good cause you don't want me mad,
I'm the god I'll turn devil quick fast for that ass
Live the words of the lox wild out cause I'm bored,
So basically I'm saying get you out the way now it's on/
But if you got skills I respet that for real,
But if you slip up step in my path you getting spilled
Now you gone erase from this earth it's no more,
You popping that shit starting up wars
Come on fam it don't have to end like this,
Join my team go platinum get me rich
Cause my team no doubt is thorough to this,
I'm true to this game that's why a thug write this shit