🔵 By Lamont Wilkins. Photo by lauragrafie.
Based On A True Story
Verse 1: I use to love her, it all turned to hate in the end/
we were lovers but at first we were friends/
and I knew at the time that she was stuck in a relationship/
so I just came over, kept shorty blazed and dipped/
I had a thing with her older sister/
but she fucked one of my homies, so I’m over with her/
plus, she had some complications that she tried to get Spit-It to claim/
was on him – but I ain’t sayin‘ his name/
anyway, back to Shorty – won’t unlike she has whole lot of friends/
and she’s living in a house condemned/
but I’m still coming over with the trees/
plus I’m in „The Game“ so I help her with her lil infatuation with the „Ski“ (sniff)/
her man got her into that, but she won’t dependent yet/
use to cut herself up, I helped her put an end to that/
she kept a dog, let him shit in the house/
a drunk mother, always kicking her out/
thick & thin we would battle with her demons, sundown to sunup/
lowered myself just to watch her come up, I gave a fuck/
anything Shorty needed I was there to provide/
try’na stand her on her own two, and give he some pride/
I’m try’na shape her cause I want her to ride/
plus I look in her eyes and I can see that Shorty’s dying inside/
who’d have thought that after walking hand-in-hand through hell/
she would leave me nearly dead in a cell/(its Hate & Betrayal)
Only my try OV Gangsters know, this be the realest shit I ever wrote/ (Hate & Betrayal)
bloody tears in a jail cell, from the truest shit I ever spoke/
look, when does Love &Loyalty turn to Hate & Betrayal?/
it ain’t hard when the line’s so frail/
and I remember the saying – „You made your bed, now you lie in it nigga..“
so I’m sleeping in a bed of nails/
V2: now we chillin, doing nothing, we just smoke or whatever/
we both got ADD, yet we’re focused together/
she loved red, matter fact – she’s a redhead already/
Adult Swim fanatic, watching Ed Edd & Eddy/
her man would come home, I’d be out like I’m suppose’ta/
my homie Berto died, that when we got a lot closer/
her man started bitching but – lil Shorty held her ground she wasn’t switching up/
for six months we didn’t touch/
the 7th month were getting buck, in her sister’s bedroom/
she 5′ 1 I’m 6′ 4 – so we needed legroom/
now I got her open, she don’t want me to stop/
her man used to get abusive, now he’s calling the cops/
cause Shorty got some backbone/
and she told him point blank „it’s over“ he rolled out and moved back home/
she got a job at Ariena’s/
and even though she isn’t have much she held me down when I need her/
and when I really fell off, she told me not to force shit/
always stacked money, just to help me score with/
kept my mind calm, we rolled as one/
when I got knocked, she was there to post a nigga’s bond/
this lil Shorty kept all concern on me/
I bet my life she wouldn’t turn on me/(its Hate & Betrayal)
V3: look, your Mama wasn’t there for you, sober like she ought’a be/
and dear daddy ain’t accept you as his daughter/
except around tax time, then he was done/
and you’ve been sleeping in the same bed since you was 1/
you couldn’t see yourself having to claim your ol‘ man as well/
as you creeping cause you’re sleeping with a grown man at 12/
at 13 thru 15 you’re dealing with some niggas/
that’s fuckin your lil brains out, supplying you with liquor/
but anyway, you grew up through all of that shit/
met a Ryde or Die nigga, started calling him Spit/
and some things you’ll never forget/
the first time you heard the OV Anthem and you called it a hit/
„No Tears“ the lyrics coming off of your lips/
but you & I know it don’t make sense/
I taught you never to quit, you go hard and im’a go hard with you/
complete Love & Loyalty, my whole squad with you/
you was my „Lady In Red“/
now I’m laying in a Georgia jail cell, bleeding out – cause I’m basically dead/
only two things that came to my head/
Lulabye & my family – the razor coming down, I watched as I bled/
people watching us on TV/
while I’m laying in a cell telling you and mom forgive me, cause you’ll probably never see me/
then it became easy, so I’m rolling with that/
for you to live, I gotta die – so I’m rolling with death/
but it’s still something holding my back/
then I’m like “ fuck it“ sliced my jugular – and laid back holding my breath/
„Where you from nigga?!? I’m from Ocean View/
Death B4 Dishonor bitch like I’m s’posed to do/“
I heard the cell door buzz a little, then it go „clack“/
felt a hand grabbing my leg, but I’m too weak to react/
paramedics screaming “ get him out STAT!“/
I threw my B’s up to Berto looking down saying „Spit-It go back!“/
„she don’t Love You…“ I hate to be the man on this song/
hate to say it, but Amanda was wrong/
cause she said „Everything that she does make me know that she Love’s You“/
you looked at me in court and screamed „FUCK YOU!“/
all I see is anger mixed with hate/
then the cop read your statement, & I’m staring dumbfounded color draining from my face/
u sold your soul to the devil – and that bitch made payments/
ironic, I’m looking at an 8 page statement/
were sitting down I Ga. – the first page had summed that up/
the other 7, what went down up in Va./
in your words on Spit, and I helped you since/
my words were „I don’t know“ that’s self defense/
I look at all the times I tried to send you back, you always bucked/
threatened suicide – I really should’ve called your bluff/
think back – we was all holed up/
out of our minds, told two SWAT teams to kill us – you ain’t all so tough/
I remember we was watching them guns/
red dots everywhere, sung the hook at the top of our lungs/
„Where you from nigga?!? I’m from Ocean View/
and how they get down? go hard like they s’posed to do/
but in e end what I’m forced to do/
is quote Foxy & „watch them niggas that’s close to you“/
only my true OV Gangsters know, this be the realest shit I ever wrote…/
but still a Ryder try’na give you life, at the price of slitting his own throat…/
Hate & Betrayal