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My Story
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Leeky Bandz
Featuring(s) : Casok
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This that real shit bro Talk to the streets, you feel me? I don't rap for no nigga with millions That's why you ain't gon' like my shit Bandz Had to cut them boys out, wasn't movin' right It seems like I get caught in the camera light Couple niggas got caught in the snitching life It's whatever, I can't be the bitching type And my left never conversate with the right Bitch I float in the sky, I feel like a kite I can't sleep, niggas plotting to take my life It's whatever, I can't be the bitching type If it's beef then you know I'm the gripping type If a nigga shot me then I took his life If a nigga rob me then I book his life Put that boy on the menu, no steak and rice I just hit it and dip, I can't stay the night I'ma show the receipt 'til they pay the price I'ma walk through the dark 'til I see a light It's some things that my pops could've taught in life It's whatever, I still love him more than life I don't f*ck with my fiend, they the frauding type So I had to fall back 'cause they all alike I can't fall for a bitch 'cause they all alike Brother housed under rock, I'm the spoonin' type Man I'm just tryna get somewhere far in life I ain't talkin' 'bout James, it get hard in life I got knocked 'cause I didn't know what was right Hanging with the wrong crowd, wasn't thinking twice Got a be or a me, I ain't thinking twice Got your hands on your face, why you hiding boy? Bitch I'm sippin' on lean, not no Tylenol I need Q's by my heart, come and ride along Once a nigga see black then my mind is gone I got niggas that's blowing, no saxophone I got niggas that's blowing, no saxophone I would never fiend for a bitch that did some sucker shit, ayy I would never fiend for a bitch that did some sucker shit I would never fiend for a bitch that did some sucker shit, Bandz I would never fiend for a bitch that, ayy I had a convo with Vitto, we miss you Wish I was there 'cause them shells would've missed you Wake up depressed 'cause I wish I was with you Prince said it's V certified, I'm official Throw dirt on K.O. and I'm coming to get you Who is this killer, I'm ready to meet him I take an Uber to hell just to hit you Me, you, and Haley was stuck in the rain Paint vivid pictures, I don't need a frame Pictures she drew, you got caught in the rain Found out you died when I got on the train I made a call 'cause I thought they was playin' I'm stressing 'cause I wanna see you again Ain't go to your wake, I hope you understand Ain't go to your funeral, no I just can't You told me be loyal but these niggas can't We listen to Boosie, told me I'm the man I said I want that bag and you told me you can What would you do if you 'bout to get life And they give you the paper to snitch on your man? Rather just stay in the can For that butter them niggas will jam And have you doing life in the can So don't hang out as much as you can So I stay from the fakes 'cause he hung around apes Couldn't be him so turned into snakes So I cherish the moment There's no guarantee that I'll make it to see the next day I be stressin' so I'm getting high, ain't no promise that I get to see the next day I be stressin' so, ayy, ayy Tell my story I ain't even get a chance to tell my story, ayy Get a chance to tell my story, ayy I ain't even, ayy Man I swear my whole life is a story But all they see is honor and glory I got hit by a con, you saw me Then I prayed up to God and they scarred me I don't think 'bout the past 'cause it haunt me Come on listen, there's more to the story I was trapped with them people that barely could talk I ain't throwing no shade, I'm just saying it all Got up from the wheelchair, they taught me how to walk From niggas die when that money comes short Run since I jumped off the porch Got more stripes than a ref, tell 'em look at the score Every day after school getting kicked off the porch Fighting and fussing, come up from nothing Boys pull us over, we do not know nothing Had holes in my pants and my family funny I'm so convinced they would take me for money I had a dream that my dream wasn't coming Come from the bottom where money's an object and loyalty's nothin' Think you somebody, they tell you you'll never Put you on a plate with some cabbage and onions Pour up that lean, take a sip like it's nothin' Rocked out and I feel like I'm living for nothin' Say I'm bipolar, it come from the jungle They say I'm bipolar, it come from the jungle Yeah, yeah yeah I take a sip of that dirty and all of my dreams they fade away They fade away, feel like Michael J They fade away, they fade away, they fade away Bandz, you know I'm comin' back 2017, you heard? Loyalty over royalty Shoutout to all my niggas Free all my ones out the can, man Free the real niggas, except for the rapists and the freaks, gang
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