Story Lyrics

I slept on myself for too goddamn long, gotta wake y'all asses up too

seen these motherfuckers that don't deserve this shit, trash

Get applauded, telling all these motherfuckin' stories

with no references, I got this shit

Yeah, what type of story you wanna hear?

It's Dezzy, what type of story you wanna hear?

Da Vinci, ayy

I pour up the potion and put it in motion

Eyes wide open, I'm focused, yeah

With a shooter who with me

We runnin' ridiculous, you know that we toting, yeah

I'm keepin' it pimpin', a couple of bitches I'm with are my holders, yeah

Lil' baby, I slapped her out, but now she textin' and askin' for closure

I'm a motherfucker when I'm sober, burnin' her head and bendin' her over

Tellin' her friends I don't even know her, dog-ass nigga with a big bank roller, uh

Tellin' lil' baby that maybe if I was available, she'd get a chance

But I'm curvin' and swervin' her, leavin' her wonderin' while I do the money dance

In the section with all of my niggas, we ballin' ridiculous

No jerseys, early in the morning with the 30, I know a shooter who do it like Curry, uh

Keep a nigga in position, I'm leavin' you missin' the dip on the freeway

Easy! I done had it up to here with the wannabes, honestly tired of the talk

What type of story you wanna hear, another song about trappin' and bangin'

So what type of glory you want in here? I'm kinda distorted and unaware

I'm respondin' to shit like it's somethin' there. In reality, really don't wanna care

Wanna visit my fantasy land, makin' family plans with Granny and Mama there

Smokin' to meditate, drinkin' to levitate, what are my better accomplishments?

Nothin' catch my attention, but what I envision for all of the niggas I'm runnin' with

Fuckin' up with these bitches, you catchin' me slippin', you want me to be on some honest shit?

Fuck it! Okay, they want me to be on some honest shit?

I ain't really got love, I don't feel that, yeah, had a big heart, had to kill that

Now it's black as fuck and my soul in danger, ain't nothin' I drink that can cure that

I'm the bad guy when I get caught, but the whole time, she a hood rat

I'm a fake friend to a fuck nigga, but his bitch ass knew where I stood at

Took the knife out my back, started swangin', you was bold as fuck when you pulled that

Good for you, you stopped comin' around, it was smoke in the air and you knew that

They forget about loyalty, posed as a homie, it's cool, I done been there, did that

When that nigga was loud, I was movin' in silence, when I was in cuffs at the dispatch

And the reason we fought wasn't even a problem, I'm a man regardless

Heartless, vessel, but possessin' a conscience, seem humble, but return to a monster

Pour up the potion and put it in motion, feet kicked up while I'm leavin' you floatin'

Easy! I done had it up to here with the wannabes, honestly tired of the talk

What type of nigga you wanna be? a dead man or a living coward?

So what type of spirits you wanna see? I'm surrounded by spirits, they follow me

I'm surrounded by spirits, they follow me, I'm surrounded by spirits, they follow me

I'm surrounded by spirits, they follow me

Ayy, but what type of story you wanna hear?