TRUE STORY English Translation Lyrics by Night Skinny
Ugly son of a bitch, I come for the dough
I took glory with the first summer
I haven’t forgotten the streets; we leave them to the kids
Now we buy apartments, offices, warehouses
Big dogs, mess with the king of the true school
Welcome, I’ll tell you to fuck off where you came from
I put my head over the money, haven’t thought of anything else for a while
I’ve never sold half the skills I have
I don’t have bros, I have bloods
They share the same goal as me
Cheddar, dough, silver, as the imperative
I’ve shed blood [?], be careful not to sleep anymore
I saw the light at the end like Jack Blues
Put on dark glasses and see beyond; go challenge the night
I fear God, not death; nothing messes with my head
Those who walk my same path know what I’m talking about
What you have in your head can be gold; don’t think about it, just do it
Get money, die rich; those who snitch will die sooner or later
A promise expires sooner or later
You think the top is today, and what if you die tomorrow?
Let’s not talk about values anymore, dry, true story
This is my life, it’s my story
Drugs at the change of the hour, smoke in paranoia, in paranoia
I didn’t go to school; I have the taste of money in my mouth
The Madonna cries; I don’t feel my face anymore
This is my life, it’s my story
Drugs at the change of the hour, smoke in paranoia, in paranoia
I didn’t go to school; I have the taste of money in my mouth
The Madonna cries; I don’t feel my face anymore
Little devil of Milan, I’m buying another house in Milan
I’m fucking it so hard, I break the canopy bed
I cut the head off another viper that enters my garden
Lately, I talk little, eat little, and don’t smile
I fuck too much, make money, and have fun, but at home, I’m alone
Let me feel two girls; I’m alone against them
I make my calculations with hate (With hate)
And you can’t shine; come on, take a leap to the pawnshop
Take off the bandana; you’re not worthy of that name
Put up a white flag and stop acting
You throw shit on my name, throw gasoline on the fire
An inferno will break out; you’ll have to fight me like a man
My brother hanging at the window in the juvenile detention center
He screams: “Fuck the jail,” he screams: “Fuck the prosecutor”
A bomb explodes in war; you get killed by shrapnel
I move forward even if the alibi doesn’t hold; the truth is worse
The system guarantees a sentence triple to what you deserve
So think before you open your mouth
Dirty soda, my head spins; mama gave birth to a gangster
Shut your mouth when you talk about the ninth district
This is my life, it’s my story
Drugs at the change of the hour, smoke in paranoia, in paranoia
I didn’t go to school; I have the taste of money in my mouth
The Madonna cries; I don’t feel my face anymore
This is my life, it’s my story
Drugs at the change of the hour, smoke in paranoia, in paranoia
I didn’t go to school; I have the taste of money in my mouth
The Madonna cries; I don’t feel my face anymore