Drake — True Story

**Lyrics from snippet** [Verse] Guess I got the mind of a little man [Bras] are like women, about how you hit a man Then she tell a story, this shit kinda bitter man This is a nut [?], about how you did it man You never hit, so you feel like a silly man She never mention the spot that you fillin' in She keep on tellin' your friends, your head in a spin You can't even win, your head in a dance She won't let it in, you spend it on her, she spend it on him You see a check, then you see a grand As soon as you speak, I pace as [?] A face in the sand, a face [?] her man And ya'll take your pictures, save it a chance She call you a name, you scratchin' your chin Like who is this nigga man, who is a [?] You finally get it, you catchin' ahead Suckin' your head, I'm far out the wing And she tried to vent 'bout she wasn't in How she really good, how she ain't a pimp Then you take her back, she do it again The story are, niggas are really a wimp, ey