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My Story

 

My Story

(albüm: Not My Album, Vol. 1: Tour Bus - 2021)


(You now rocking with Nata)

You know all about my past troubles, fuck would you leave me for?
Know I got past issues with some bitches, I don't need these hoes
Done playing victim with these bitches, time to keep it real
It's time to keep it real
Fucking on some niggas that make me mad, got you looking stupid
Nigga claim they hotter in my city, but I make better music
Nigga claim they talking to my BM, but I can't show my pride
Nigga, and I can't
Sometimes I wanna swallow all these pills and sit back and die
Didn't get booked for Rolling Loud, that shit fuck with me
How the fuck they book Chanel West Coast before they fuck with me?
Nigga, shh, shh
Can't say the West without lil' Haiti in it
I stay doing a show in Atlanta without Lil Baby in it
Bitch, I'm the hottest thing since Pac, better watch who you fucking with
Tryna tell you, my whole city can't even perform inside that motherfucker

This a little story about a young Black male
African roots with a dope boy aura
Listen close, I been ripped all my life
Seen shot wounds and followed the light
I'm forever undead, I got blood in my eyesight
Guess they wanna see me bleed out (Bleed out)
Now I'm busting with VVs now (Vs now)
Ha-ha

Even after my freestyle, lyrically, you can't compete
I ain't rapping what I saw, nigga, I'm rapping what I lived
Half you niggas helped me, but half you niggas is my kids, for real
My life been on a pedestal
I spy nuclear bombs
Intellect, my higher learning
Thoughts becoming a beautiful picture
You can't take this money with you
But they can change your legacy
Wonder why these niggas ride around with all this fucking fire on 'em
Angry like a motherfucker, who do you blame for that?
You can't blame the white folks 'cause God made you Black
We done killed our kings, robbed our kings
How the fuck you gon' teach a coward how to raise a king, nigga?

This a little story about a young Black male
African roots with a dope boy aura
Listen close, I been ripped all my life
Seen shot wounds and followed the light
I'm forever undead, I got blood in my eyesight
Guess they wanna see me bleed out (Bleed out)
Now I'm busting with VVs now (Vs now)
Ha-ha

And this the realest shit I ever wrote
And this the realest shit I ever wrote
And this the realest shit I ever wrote
Oh, oh

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