My Story

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
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[Verse]
We ain't the same, you pray for J's, I pray for better days
You like to party, I like to grind, ain't never do parades
I'm spittin' rhymes like I don't like somethin' I just ate
I can't sweat this hoe too much, it don't exist in current age
But I can't lie, mama always kept a young nigga fly
Got tired of her money, I ain't want it, I'd rather die
I'm from that NY, Brooklyn, that's the best style
And I'ma get rich, if I die I at least tried
And I ain't gonna front like I'm a good boy
I carried gas and hid it from my mom 'cause I'm a hood boy
Get money, young street cat grew up in the hood, boy
I can't play with my rhymes, this my story, this is not a toy
I gotta get these racks in, flip them back in
Earn them backends, and I don't spend
They bein' oppresive, ain't showin' love for him
I'm tired of givin', they ain't returnin'
They all on my body, I got them hoes who wanna touch me
I'll fiend for no bitch, if you touch me you get lucky
They be talkin' on my people, 'bout to really get ugly
I got scars I never hide, I'm surprised my name not Chucky
My problems and pride gettin' bigger
I'm happy I'm finally becomin' that nigga
They see me gettin' better, now they becomin' sicker
I grind through that struggle, now I'm finally gettin' richer
And I don't care if I got thirty bands in the bank
Rather than nothin', before respectin', givin' out the hate
They mad, you give a 4 nigga a .40 make a ape
Been in the streets since young bro hustle, I made my way
Crackin' cars, slidin', hustlin', grindin'
Young nigga from the 4, since a baby, wilin'
That pussy, I dive in
For my dreams, I'm strivin'
I shine loud and proud 'cause I grind in silent
Sittin' in that bathroom, paper balls everywhere
I just do my birthday every day, here and there
Even on my worst days wanna see the chandeliers
Make my mama proud, see me in the jets instead of square
I rock that fitted cap like I invented that
I'm one kind, you lose me, I bet ain't no gettin' back
Rest in peace to my brother Ski, I'm never gon' get him back
What goes around comes around, you opps better study that

[Outro]
I know that they proud of me
I'm winnin' and I know that they hate to see
I'm winnin' and I know that they hate to see
A young nigga winnin', that's really me
Slidin'
Grindin'
That pussy, I dive in
For my dreams, I'm strivin'