MY STORY (feat. YOUNG CASH)

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