Like Fiends are to drugs, Keef displays his addiction to True Religion brand clothing, especially their jeans.[Intro]

Young Chop on the beat

Bandkamp

(Trueee, True, True)

(Trueee, True, True)

(Trueee, True, True)

(True, aha)

[Chorus: Chief Keef]

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)

Bitch, what the fuck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)

Bitch, what the fuck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

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I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

I got on True Religion jeans (yeah, bang-bang)

Trick, what the fuck you mean? (bang-bang)

Suck my True Religion jeans (bang-bang)

I've been ballin', bitch, I'm Michael (bang-bang)

Big green, call me Geico (bang-bang)

Click clack, let him walk like Michael (bang-bang)

.40s with them bullet, where you life go? (bang-bang)

True Religion everything (bang-bang)

Or maybe some Robin jeans (bang-bang)

I got a True Religion bitch (bang-bang)

She do this True Religion shit (bang-bang)

[Chorus: Chief Keef]

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)

Bitch, what the fuck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)

Bitch, what the fuck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

[Verse 2: Yale Lucciani]

True Religion fein

Iced up with the team

Light it up with lean

Smoke until I dream

Shit ain't what it seems

You might need some glasses

And my niggas restless

This shit might get tragic

True Religion fein

3 hunnit for pants

You don't have a chance

Bitch I shop in France

Money make her dance

Then she fuck my mans

Cop the work and bag it

Break bread with the clan

GBE, big bidness

We don't want no witness

Move it like its fitness

My True section ridiculous

Bitch I got that bag

Bitch I stay in Trues

2 hunna on shoes

My lil niggas rule

[Chorus: Chief Keef]

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)

Bitch, what the fuck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)

Bitch, what the fuck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

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I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)

Bitch, what the fuck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)

Bitch, what the fuck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

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I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)