"My Story" lyrics
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
We ain't the same, you pray for Jays, I pray for better days
You like to party, I like to grind, ain't ever do parades
I'm spittin' rhymes like I don't like somethin' I just ate
Can't sweat this ho too much, you don't exist in current age
But I can't lie, mama always kept a young nigga fly
Got tired of her money, I don't want, I'd rather die
I'm from that NY, Brooklyn, that's the best style
And I'm gettin' rich, if I die at least I tried
I ain't gonna front like I'm a good boy
I carried gas, I 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 it
Bein' impressive, and showin' it for him
I'm tryin' to give in, they ain't returnin'
They all on my body, I got them ho's who wanna touch me
I don't fiend for no bitch, if you touch me you get lucky
They be talkin' on my people, 'bout to really get it ugly
I got scars I can't hide, I'm surprised money not tucking
My problems and pride gettin' bigger
I'm happy I'm finally becoming 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 four nigga a .40 make a ape
Been in the game since young bro hustle, I made my way
(Cracking)
Cars slidin', hustling, grinding
Young nigga from the four, since a baby, wiling
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, not every year
Even on my worst days when I see the chandeliers
Think my mama proud, see me in 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
I know that they proud of me
I'm winnin' and they hate to see
I'm winnin' and they hate to see
A young nigga winnin', that's really me
(Slidin')
(Grinding)
(That pussy, I dive in)
We ain't the same, you pray for Jays, I pray for better days
You like to party, I like to grind, ain't ever do parades
I'm spittin' rhymes like I don't like somethin' I just ate
Can't sweat this ho too much, you don't exist in current age
But I can't lie, mama always kept a young nigga fly
Got tired of her money, I don't want, I'd rather die
I'm from that NY, Brooklyn, that's the best style
And I'm gettin' rich, if I die at least I tried
I ain't gonna front like I'm a good boy
I carried gas, I 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 it
Bein' impressive, and showin' it for him
I'm tryin' to give in, they ain't returnin'
They all on my body, I got them ho's who wanna touch me
I don't fiend for no bitch, if you touch me you get lucky
They be talkin' on my people, 'bout to really get it ugly
I got scars I can't hide, I'm surprised money not tucking
My problems and pride gettin' bigger
I'm happy I'm finally becoming 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 four nigga a .40 make a ape
Been in the game since young bro hustle, I made my way
(Cracking)
Cars slidin', hustling, grinding
Young nigga from the four, since a baby, wiling
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, not every year
Even on my worst days when I see the chandeliers
Think my mama proud, see me in 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
I know that they proud of me
I'm winnin' and they hate to see
I'm winnin' and they hate to see
A young nigga winnin', that's really me
(Slidin')
(Grinding)
(That pussy, I dive in)
