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Yo, yo, yo Don't tell God 'bout your big problems Tell your problems how big you got it (yeah) To be honest I promise to keep my real n***a degree I give up everything like the Amish (yeah) Con-artist-ass rappers got me laughin' Everything you rappin' Never been clapped in Never been stabbed in Never sold drugs on the ave, then Put a cap on everything you yappin' (yeah) Hardly a mogul, n***a you far from global My story could sell out in every Barnes & Noble You marks are local You marks are loco Gassed up, part mobile, park's a no go I lay you down, havе your older brothers shootin' at me Yеah, my past was sad, but my future's happy (tell'em!) Where I'm from the cops is enemies My life ain't a movie, it's a doc*mentary The block is feelin' me This is my story Growin' up in the hood Always up to no good No way out for me Is anybody out there listening This is my story I'm out on my own Streets is my home Gotta hold it down by any means Is anybody out there listening Look I made every damn dollar off them weed sacks If I wasn't making money I couldn't relax 15, 25 in my jeans No time to chase dreams Imma work this triple beam Eye it, chop it, weigh it, bag it Then watch it disappear off the stoop like magic I got greedy 'cause I ain't never have sh*t So I decided that I would jump into this rap sh*t Am I a c*cky young n***a 'cause I say that? I'm the motherf**ker that's bringing the Bay back Maybachs and fat stacks from rap tracks Fast cars and bad broads, I have that And fat rap got the SL gun proof 'Cause Ya Boy on top like a sunroof From every hood to Hollywood they love dude 'Cause I keep it so hood when I come through Yeah Hold you down, uh Yo I inherited the blood of a guitarist Destined to be an artist Father was a musician Mother more like a goddess Fighting for survival Poverty nearly starved us When my dad departed And God left my family discarded I was left to be the man of the house Now I doubt that I'll ever get to settle down with a spouse (why?) 'Cause I've turned cold from misfortunate situations With past women For some reason I didn't last with'em Had a problem communicating so we Separated, I'm starting to think that maybe it's me Who's the one with the problem and the twisted views I ain't f**kin' with none of you superficial dudes Living isolated At times I try to write And I can't get sh*t out like I was constipated Been scarred by my memories No one really gives a damn Still soul searching Trying to find who I really am [Chorus x2]
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