My Story lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)

[Verse]
I got two Dracs, let's have a standoff
I could use a shoelace and knock your mans off
Squeezing DE, tryna pop the n*gga head off
He ran from the fifty cal', I done knocked the n*gga leg off
Ain't really had no friends, got my first bike, took the pegs off
I only ran one time in my life, from a red dog
Body in the bando, got the streets stinking like a dead dog
Ash hit my line with some glass, that's a red call
n*gga, you ain't never drunk glass Hi-Tech
I heard they got some new drank, I wanna try that
Plus all the real drank sippers saying it taste like Act'
f*ck around and took too many Percs, I can't fight back
Fell asleep mid-stroke, she said I never nutted
Always stood my place in the line, I ain't never cut it
We can talk about pape', but that's a different subject
My n*gga took two to the face, he got killed for nothing
They popped my brother in the dope house, he got killed for hustling
He pulled up in the time I needed him, he real for coming
Love my cuz to death, but I can't bring him 'round, he always steal something
And I don't really like being with Baby Ghost, he wanna kill something
Thousand blue hundreds on me now, that's a real hundred
Drinking green with the codeine, it's a teal color
He act like he was really getting money and she fell for it
Month later, the b*tch found out he really steal from her
Got into it with my baby mama, took the kids from her
I drunk too much cough syrup, got my rib hurting
In a minute, hundred racks for a verse, an ad-lib thirty
'Member when I crashed my four-wheeler, my back still hurting
And I'm too sore to fight right now, my strap still working
Boy, all you kill is pus*y, my shooter killed a real person
Hit the n*gga in the head, he looking real nervous
Low-top Louboutins on, got my heels hurting
They killed my brother 2013, my heart still hurting
I really don't think my heart working, I need a real surgery
n*ggas taking what I said and switching it up, ain't that perjury?
I'm that ghetto n*gga from the 810, you ain't heard of me?
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, we look at Peezy like Master P
And stop saying what you gon' do to me, that's blasphemy
And just know, I turn into C-Murder when I blast the heat
Spin around the block, cut the lights off, you just passed the street
Ain't got my heat, I woke up looking for somebody ass to beat
n*ggas tried to go to war with me, I shot up half the street
So you saying give you a verse for two-thou', that's what you asking me?
If I trip and fall on this beat, don't laugh at me
What the f*ck is ten-thou'? That's a stack to me
What the f*ck is a Hellcat? That's a cab to me
b*tch, you don't get no benefits if you wasn't sitting in the Lab with me
Won't put my hands on my b*tch, I had a dream of her stabbing me
Too much cough syrup, I got a cavity
Need to lay back on the weed, I smoked a half a P
I got a fiend that only buy rocks, but smoke a half a week
I'ma bust the b*tch down first, Mike after me
Serving white kids on 8 Mile that look like Eminem
The Glock I got is a gun, that's a synonym
Baby, these are Diors, not Timberlands
Told you that's all I wear, I don't think you are listening
Golden Sun did the chain, you see it glistening
It's a snake in the grass, I heard a hiss in it
I only use this toilet here to flush dope, I don't p*ss in it
With a pair Amiri jeans on, they don't sell in Michigan
In a 550 Benz riding on Michelins
This n*gga bought a big pop and poured Trish in it
If you see me in the mall, I got my blick in it
And this is not standard clip in it, I got a stick in it