My Story ft. Young Cash Lyrics

Let Me tell my story story story

This future set before me

Let me tell my story

Now Let me tell you my story

Wish you had spoke to me

When I needed you the most you ghosted me

Six months old should have killed me then

Instead of choking me to death with a rosary

Maybe introduce me to my next of kin

Instead of putting daddy back on the drugs again

Wasn't man enough to stick around and raise his kids

Or provide a safe place for they could raise their heads

We ended up sleeping the car instead

In 88 I don't think we even owned a bed

Had Chevy station wagon with the worn out treads

Jumper cables came in handy when the battery dead

Feeling drained ran through full of emptiness

Couldn't of been four years old when I went through this

You surprised that I haven't seen a specialist

Or suffered any sort of trauma full of negligence

I was never young to comprehend

That daddy was a dead beat in the wind

The combination of the crack and the juice and gin

Sold every thing we had when he used to binge

Ain't a lot of love left that I got to give

Kind of running out of room in this storage bin

I'm Pretty sure that I'll never trust a man

Or think about another life that it could have been

Let me tell you my story my Testament

My journey through hell I'm invested in

The courage that it took to fucking push ahead

Despite the drama that I went through

I was born and bread

To reek havoc on the mic until I'm dropping dead

Won't crush my pride my confidence

Automatic when I spit it off the top the head

And you motherfuckers talking about practicing

Let me tell my story

Let me tell my story story story let me tell my story

This future set before me This future set before me

Let me tell you my story my story

Let me tell my story

Two older brothers

One going to church

And the other one was thugging

Dawg just Let me tell my story

I learned to hustle

So I follow the foot steps of LaVee that motherfucker man

Man Just let me tell my story

He played the block

He played with blocks

He used to liked to tuck them Cajun Glocks

Dawg just let me tell my story

In the kitchen with them pots

He cooking rocks

And we stayed running from the cops

My nigga let me tell my story

Then shit got hot

You know niggas plot

And my brother he got shot

Let me tell my story

From the waist down paralyzed

When I realized that real niggas die

Let me tell my story

I grab the strap

Nine in the clip one in the head

I want all these niggas dead

Nigga Let me tell my story

Three niggas down two niggas dead

And one of them niggas done skipped town

Let Me tell my story story story

Let me tell my story

This future set before me

Now Let me tell you my story

Let me tell my story story story