CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : My Story (Remix)
This is my story, yeah, I’m from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts
This is my story – money, cars, bad hoes
This is my story-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
And I’m, stickin’, to it (x8)
Kells where you been?
In the kitchen, cookin bricks
Yea I know the haters missed me so I’m back up in this b*t*h
And I’m laughin all the way to the bank (ah ah ah ah)
Got yo chick all on my d**k like (ah ah ah ah)
My story ain’t changed homie
At the date homie
I do this sh*t for the Chi homie
And I love a bad b*t*h that’ll wind for me
Get up in that pu**y, make it cry for me
What do yall know about walking the streets?
Going 4 or 5 days without nothing to eat
To the foreign Ferraris, reclining the seats
To the top of thе world where the living is sweet
God damn, call mе Mr. 12Play
f**k you 12 hunned ways
Realest n***a to the grave
This is my story, yeah, I’m from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts
This is my story – money, cars, bad hoes
This is my story-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
And I’m, stickin’, to it (x8)
When I first came in the game
They said I couldn’t rap
I would never sell records with a mouth like that
But year after year
I got them platinum plaques
The first rapper of the bay stackin racks on racks
Now aks yo favorite rapper how he feels about Too $hort
I’ve been balling so long I need my own hood court
Got 2 songs with Pac, 3 songs with BIG
4 songs with Jay-Z, Pimp C and Tip
Aks the ATL
If I did these things
I helped pioneer the scene and bought that Cali green
That’s my story, I’m sticking to it
I’d never switch
And it wouldn’t be me if I didn’t say “b*t*h!”
This is my story, yeah, I’m from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts
This is my story – money, cars, bad hoes
This is my story-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
And I’m, stickin’, to it (x8)
Yea, nah
I can tell you bout
No elevators, what the stairs is bout
No scared money, took the fearless route
Them 10 thousand dollars that yo years is bout
Still proud what I look at in the mirror bro
16, couple things, tryna mail em south
Wishin on a star, what the man’s about
Catches them cases and bailing out
And most of these n***as took the failure route
I had the nerve to believe in this world of doubt
The nerve to achieve, I prepared myself
When n***as plant seeds and they rarely sprout
And n***as had dreams what they really bout
The process n***a, rather chill on the couch
I was going hard on the measly slouts
I been payin dues, this is clearly clout
World on my shoulder, I can curl yo house
I done everything and I still got out
And what I went through, n***as woulda killed theyself
And when it don’t cross mind I reveal myself
Blood, sweat & tears what I spilled myself
Well f**k you n***a cuz I feel myself
Don’t co-sign, I was real myself
You gotta put me with n***as that done build theyself
Hussle
This is my story, yeah, I’m from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts
This is my story – money, cars, bad hoes
This is my story-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
And I’m, stickin’, to it (x8)
I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts
This is my story – money, cars, bad hoes
This is my story-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
And I’m, stickin’, to it (x8)
Kells where you been?
In the kitchen, cookin bricks
Yea I know the haters missed me so I’m back up in this b*t*h
And I’m laughin all the way to the bank (ah ah ah ah)
Got yo chick all on my d**k like (ah ah ah ah)
My story ain’t changed homie
At the date homie
I do this sh*t for the Chi homie
And I love a bad b*t*h that’ll wind for me
Get up in that pu**y, make it cry for me
What do yall know about walking the streets?
Going 4 or 5 days without nothing to eat
To the foreign Ferraris, reclining the seats
To the top of thе world where the living is sweet
God damn, call mе Mr. 12Play
f**k you 12 hunned ways
Realest n***a to the grave
This is my story, yeah, I’m from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts
This is my story – money, cars, bad hoes
This is my story-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
And I’m, stickin’, to it (x8)
When I first came in the game
They said I couldn’t rap
I would never sell records with a mouth like that
But year after year
I got them platinum plaques
The first rapper of the bay stackin racks on racks
Now aks yo favorite rapper how he feels about Too $hort
I’ve been balling so long I need my own hood court
Got 2 songs with Pac, 3 songs with BIG
4 songs with Jay-Z, Pimp C and Tip
Aks the ATL
If I did these things
I helped pioneer the scene and bought that Cali green
That’s my story, I’m sticking to it
I’d never switch
And it wouldn’t be me if I didn’t say “b*t*h!”
This is my story, yeah, I’m from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts
This is my story – money, cars, bad hoes
This is my story-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
And I’m, stickin’, to it (x8)
Yea, nah
I can tell you bout
No elevators, what the stairs is bout
No scared money, took the fearless route
Them 10 thousand dollars that yo years is bout
Still proud what I look at in the mirror bro
16, couple things, tryna mail em south
Wishin on a star, what the man’s about
Catches them cases and bailing out
And most of these n***as took the failure route
I had the nerve to believe in this world of doubt
The nerve to achieve, I prepared myself
When n***as plant seeds and they rarely sprout
And n***as had dreams what they really bout
The process n***a, rather chill on the couch
I was going hard on the measly slouts
I been payin dues, this is clearly clout
World on my shoulder, I can curl yo house
I done everything and I still got out
And what I went through, n***as woulda killed theyself
And when it don’t cross mind I reveal myself
Blood, sweat & tears what I spilled myself
Well f**k you n***a cuz I feel myself
Don’t co-sign, I was real myself
You gotta put me with n***as that done build theyself
Hussle
This is my story, yeah, I’m from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts
This is my story – money, cars, bad hoes
This is my story-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
And I’m, stickin’, to it (x8)
