My Storii

Yo This is my story man Listen to my story Yo Listen to my story man Listen to my story Listen to my story We was brought up in the hoods where niggas ain't got it all Surrounded by plantations and living without a job Looking at racist people racism ain't dead yall Growing up in Hilton Head I could barely get a job When I was younger so I hit the block opened up a shop With a lower number momma telling me stay off the block But I been a soldier I honored her words but then I Hit the road in my Yaris that's a Toyota Bringing zones home then the cops tried to pull me over Asking me to search the whip they put the dog up in my whip Should of seen the way that dog dipped from that blow aroma That's when I knew it was clean enough to be like ammonia They had to let me go why cus they couldn't find the zones I got it back to the block and brought it back home See I took off for a minute but I'm back home I lived in a crack zone so all we knew was packs gone word yo Listen to my story man Pay attention to my story Listen to my story man Are you listening to my story Cus I need you to listen Listen to my story man For real See we always pack chrome cus niggas try to rob you When your stacks strong when you get that work And you move it just like its Pac Sun So I tell my niggas on the block to always pack sum'n And be about that money remember we from a black zone Feeling like nobody cared if we made it on a song But we knew we would be here cus we prepared for any storms And our wrongs was our right cus when we right then we wrong So we fought to be humble and always tried to keep strong Even with our mommas in our stacks taking all our ones Telling us that we dont need a strap to stay away from guns She feels the struggle but oblivious to where we from I tried to go to college had to run off with the student loan Looking for they money but I spent it tryna buy some zones Cus they dont understand life when you come from a broken home With water and the lights due and you aint got no money for em' Food absent from the fridge yet momma made a way to live Yo Are y'all listening to my story man Listen to my story My story ain't over Listen to my story man For real Listen to my story man For real bruh Listen I started hustling cus my stomach was hurt and I was hungry I got tired of going to school and looking all bummy Couldn't see a better way than me making some fast money Plus the people they had love for me Cus my ambition was to hustle to go and get it and bring it in On the interstate 95 up to I-10 I 4 west I would flex hidden behind the tent Another route I hit was from 95 to 17 to 26 Chucktown I was making rounds from columbia down Kept the feds off my line as I carried it down Phone off no calls just my musical sound Knew the road and my GPS was me in a town Usually I crept through and my music was loud Niggas tried to steal my style tell me where that at now To be a boss you gotta know when it's time to slow down Or they gone sit you down the minute you crowned And that's my story man Did you like my story man Cus that's my story Thank you for listening to my story man I appreciate all of my followers And everybody whose been there from the beginning It's because of you for real that there's a me Did you enjoy my story Word This is my story And I made my story on a windy day But you know how it is