"True Stories" lyrics

I sit back and I think a bit
It's a lot of pricks around when I think of it
They all talk like they tough and they buss guns
And when beef come, they don't invest in one
Nah I, I really can't understand it
Don't own a strap but you move like a bandit
What a damn prick, you just acting
You'll never buy a strap so you'll never let your strap spit
And that's it, end of story
Stop saying that you'll ride 'cause it bores me
And we know you're about, it's your cream
So on your own, you can carry out your dream
Poor him, he's gonna die lonely
You knew me, don't act like you know me
You're phoney and we know that you are
You drive past, sitting low in your car
And it's harsh but it's the way that it goes bruv
Didn't even want you to ride, just show love
You couldn't do that, this is true chat
They violated on us and you knew that
So thanks blud for showing us that fake love
And fake thugs, you can line up and take slugs
When K comes, I jump outta the motor
And give you mugshots like a photo
K strapped and I ride for the cause
When I clap, I buss a round of applause
I'm down for the war, ain't down for the law
Are you down? You don't sound like you're sure
I'm sure, that's a sign that he's shook
Don't lie, you would ride if you could
I rob in hoods, I'm Robin Hood
Took his watch and chain and shot his goods
Gone, I got crooks that'll buss their gun
Buss it at you if you cuss their mum
And I'm giving you the bigger picture
Touch one then they all come and get ya
Get this, it's a new regime
Where the fake haffi skate and the true stay in
And all these bait mugs will have you caged in
Want the money and the drugs if the crew takes him
And for all the haters that think K raps
Try and violate and you'll see K clap
And that's facts, pussio, fuck Spider
He's a snitch, ain't never been a rider
Look, I'll say this once and once only
Don't play the cunt, you don't know me
Say my name in your rhymes if you want to
And I'ma run up with the nine and confront you