Loosing Myself (It’s True) lyrics

[Intro: Capo]
Okay (Okay)
We back on our wavy sh*t (Back on our wavy sh*t)
Say ahoy to your captain (Say ahoy to your captain)
It's the n*gga Nina with the nina (n*gga 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 sh*t
I am losing myself to find you (You know?)
My n*gga always does this
Yeah, I'm dying, it's true (But you n*ggas keep doubting the dude)
It's true (How you n*ggas 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 f*ck if I get views
I can't be on the block with these n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 n*gga, let that track breathe, fam')
I am losing myself to find you (I mean these n*ggas ain't ready yet)
(We out here flying birds, n*ggas is taking selfies)
I am losing myself to find you (I mean they're backwards)
(We out here trapping all day, these n*ggas are tweeting)
Yeah, I'm dying, it's true (It's pitiful, Ice City, baby, get it)
It's true

[Verse 2: Nines]
n*gga 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 n*gga," 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 n*gga 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