NOT MY STORY Lyrics

The name's James, and I'm in eleventh grade

Thinking 'bout how my life won't be the same

But who's to blame, my lame claim to fame

Or the man who walked out for some pocket change

Let's rearrange, I'm going back to the past

A year before my last homie past

He wanted to escape his fate by selling that gas

But in return he got the life fact of life he already had

It's kind of wack, what some will do for a stack

Or how a piece of lead can make such an impact, that's facts

I guess we got to react

And understand our lives are never completely intact

Girl you can't bore me with the lies that you tell

I wish I had a dollar for every time that I fell

You know me well, that's why you're hitting my cell

Wishing that I had some love and I was open to sell

Your love was pitiful, but I was loving your visuals

Now your bluff is changing me into a criminal

Got me physical, reaching for the pistol is critical

Now I'm on the block selling that mystical

I'm identical to my homie, headed to the grave

I'm a slave to the money, and the money to the bank

Cash flowing from the buyers, thinking their gon' be the same

But they can't be, one day they'll leave for some pocket change

Yeah, that night I went to the corner

Had my doubts about the product but I smelled the aroma

Knew I had to get the bones, hop up in the Toyota

Call my big brother Noah to make an O.G. persona

Rolling up to the spot, slowly reach for the glock

The lights flickering, stop, watching out for the cops

See my homies little brother walking up to the drop

I told him if he wants to buy he better have stupid knots but he said

"Whats up man, you know me and my mama really need the bread

Can you give me the weed and I'll head out and leave

I won't tell anybody I won't tell them a thing," It's kind of

Strange how he's acting, skittish in every fashion

Shaky breath like he was laughing, reaching back like he was packing

I told him make the transaction, he told me no with a passion

I said you're in a dangerous situation, what are you lacking

He pushed me back, I hit the fence

He swung one more time but I made hime miss

He pulled out the shotty but I was quick I shot him in the chest

Before he could even flinch

Now my best friends bro is lying in the streets

I went through all of his pockets and he had enough cheese

I don't understand this could've gone with such ease

Now I'm standing over a body and I'm being told to freeze