My Story Lyrics

Lost my brother now my heart heavy

I watched to many mamas cry and that shit aint healthy

Seen too many niggas die and that shit aint scare me

When I was down there at the bottom niggas aint help me

So when I climbed up out that gutta I was war ready

Lost my brother now my heart heavy

Told lil bro he aint gotta worry bout nothing just keep this car steady

Ima shoot like Stephen Marbury

Listen to me tell you my story

When I was young I wanted to be a doctor

Now a statistic became a product of my environment

I know i make the ghetto look good you can keep ya compliment

Still breathing and I smile without having a reason to now

That's a real accomplishment

I come from nothin they thought I'd never rise above it

Catching cases got a bond without no money gotta thug it

If it aint beneficial nigga fuck it

Crabs in the bucket nigga we just wanted something

Get off ya ass

Never thought I'll be in the trap just knew I'd have a bag

High school whenever I wanted to rap that's when I went to class

Let me take you back frost elementary back in the gap

Kindergarten ms Carter class she beat ya ass for talking back

I told my mama she like why the fuck you talkin back

Fuck school the tools I use in life the ghetto taught me that

You can't teach a kid that's at the bottom how to start from scratch

If you wasn't a kid at the bottom that had to start from scratch

Few hundred dollars get you a street nigga starter pack

Few hundred more a get you a coffin you should start with that you

Never worked construction but feel like I got the hardest hat

Cus i refuse to listen till I started losing niggas

Started abusing pills I kept gettin a new prescription

A loony nigga 50 round drum in a baby glizzy

I'm really from the slums came from nothin it made me different

Use to close my eyes and dream the grim reaper come take me with him

Life of a soldier overcame every obstacle them folks had threw my way

I aint play football but in the summer I was hittin 2 a day

Real street nigga spin a nigga block that was our shootin range

Quick to blast still a beat a nigga like I was pootie tang

And bitch I really would

And if I tell you ill kill you ill really do it

My life should be on film but its to real to be a scripted movie

Naw for real

I use to pray for better days

8th grade year for 3 months straight

I wore the same fuckin shirt and pants everyday

I still pray for better days

Even though I counted all that money yesterday know god can take this shit away

But I deserve it went on them plays even though I was nervous

When we was little went got them pistols and we got them dirty

These niggas running round with 50s never shot a 30

Let alone shot a person

You don't put no fear in me

Talkin to them demons literally

I tried to talk to god and nem but ion think them niggas hearing me

I lost my dawg and that shit killing me

Can't deal with his death cus I can't heal from tryna live with these memories

100 Shots for my enemies

Im so attached to that ar my bm call it my lil mini me

I love that glock like it was kin to me

I use to be so innocent but y'all don't know what this shit did to me

I watched to many mamas cry and that shit aint healthy

Seen too many niggas die and that shit aint scare me

When I was down there at the bottom niggas aint help me

So when I climbed up out that gutta I was war ready

Lost my brother now my heart heavy

Told lil bro he aint gotta worry bout nothin just keep this car steady

Ima shoot like Stephen Marbury

Listen to me tell you my story