[Intro: Capo]
Ok!
We're back on our wavey shit
Say Ahoy to your captain
It's the n***a Nina with the Nina

[Chorus: Rochelle Jordan (Intro continued: Capo)]
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 n***a always does this)
Yeah I'm dying, it's true
(But you n***as keep doubting the dude)
It's true

[Verse 1: Nines]
Cooking up it ain't fried chicken, I'll hook you up i ain't line clicking
Miley Cyrus on the trampoline, that white flippin
All them paigons skate when they see me in the flesh
I ain't flake like the media is pressed
I ain't give a fuck if i get views
I can't be on the block with these n***as that just left school
Promoters tryna book me for shows but they ain't offering enough
Thats why I'm still out here cooking up O's
I'm on the grind, I dont need a girl
Most my n***as 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 but im just tryna move packs
[Chorus: Rochelle Jordan (Interlude: Capo)]
I am losing myself to find you
(Yeah! Damn my n***a, let that track breathe fam)
I am losing myself to find you
(I mean these n***as ain't ready yet)
(We out here flying birds, n***as is taking selfies)
I am loosing myself to find you
(I mean they're backwards, we out here trapping all day, these n***as are tweeting)
Yeah I'm dying, it's true
(It's pitiful, Ice City, baby, get it)
It's true

[Verse 2: Nines]
N***a 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***a i dont want nothing for my birthday because his presence was enough, uh
Saw the new [?] i had to cop it
Before i even put it on, I made my n***a Nasa rock it
My face is getting bait, I'm still selling 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 [?] he's a runner
Got that TT crack to the fiends love me
I hit it if she's got back, i dont care if she ugly
The tape's taking long to drop cah I move bricks
Thats 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)...