[Intro: Capo]
Okay (Okay)
We back on our wavy shit (Back on our wavy shit)
Say ahoy to your captain (Say ahoy to your captain)
It's the nigga Nina with the nina (Nigga with the nina)
[Chorus: Rochelle Jordan, Capo & Nines]
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 (How you niggas doubt the dude)
[Verse 1: Nines & Capo]
We cooking up, it ain't fried chicken
I'll hook you up, have your life clickin' (Uh)
Miley Cyrus on the trampoline, that white flippin' (Yeah)
All them paigons skate when they see me in the flesh
And I ain't flake like the media is pressed (Uh)
I don't give a fuck if I get views
I can't be on the block with these niggas that just left school (Why?)
Promoters tryna book me for shows, but they ain't offering enough
ThatIs why I'm still out here cooking up O's (I feel you)
I'm on the grind, I don't 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 and I'm just tryna move packs (Yeah)
[Chorus: Rochelle Jordan & 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 losing 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 don't want nothin' for my birthday 'cause his presence was enough," uh
Saw the new hoops, I had to cop it
Before I even put it on, I made my nigga Nasa rock it
My face is gettin' bait, I'm still sellin' 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 Gilera, he's a runner
Got that TT crack to the fiends love me
I hit it if she's got back, I don't care if she's ugly
The tape's taking long to drop cah I move bricks
That's 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)
It's true
It's true
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