My Story lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's Philthy n*gga
Ya'll don't know my story
Look, I was kicked up out the house in the third grade
I was eleven years old when I caught my first case
Around the same time when I first met my pops n*gga
I was already introduced to the block
Oakland n*gga b*tch ain't ever been from nowhere else
Them other n*ggas stuck up in the hood or on the shelf
Mad that I elevated so them n*ggas hated
I'm getting money now so they say I'm underrated
They don't know a n*gga story and where I came from
You steady hollering out that hood that you ain't from
Name one n*gga in the bay who did it like me
Three thousand dollars on these reds n*gga these ain't nikes Everything paid for ain't nothing rented
If it was that easy to rent then why you ain't' in it
The baddest b*tches ain't f*cking on no broke n*ggas
Ya'll too infatuated with f*cking with your nose n*gga
It's philthy

[Verse 2]
I'm just saying though n*gga
n*ggas dont know my story
Ya'll ain't seen my struggle
I'm fresh up out the trap n*gga
Please dont get it twisted with this rap sh*t though
It's philthy n*gga, look
I say now kill zone, TFL, FOD
Check my resume little n*gga I've been moving D
I'm probably one of the only rap n*ggas who really seen a key
And I ain't talking 'bout for your car when I mean a key
Calling evey b*tch in my phone I don't know where to go
Now every b*tch calling me to see the condo
Long nights on the block just me and my hammer
Long nights locked up just me in the slammer
n*ggas ain't real naw n*ggas ain't feel me
Jim talkin mills when he talkin about my deal
All my life been let down by a lot of broken promises
No high school diploma but I got a lot of common sense
The streets taught me everything now everything is foreign
Players dont keep score b*tch we keep scorin'
Didn't know how to drive a stick until I copped an Aston
So that means I learnt and the clutch still ain't' burnt and it's Philthy n*gga
n*gga I still ain't lied in one verse n*gga
I keep it all the way one hundred
Check my resume n*gga
A one since day one
You n*ggas fufu, that's fugazy
It's philthy n*gga
[Verse 3]
Look say now b*tch im from the east, glass house, caprice
Looked up to the og's, praying one day that would be me
First you say I'm broke and then I'm buying verses
Not one real line in all four of them n*ggas verses
No Kendrick Lamar, hollow tips through your car
It's a mac in my backpack you shoot at me I shoot back
That's how we was raised on the highway for days
Brick stuffed in my component clips stuffed for my opponent
b*tch I'm from the trap don't get it twisted with this rap sh*t because I'm fly now dont got sh*t to do with my past tense
The n*ggas I f*ck with balling they can loan you a kick
And for the right price n*gga I'll loan you my b*tch
Twenty bands at the wins so they comp in the tower
Bad Brazilian b*tch got her stepping out the shower
She don't speak no english knock that have body english
I'ma break that hoe for everything before I give her p*nis
It's Philthy n*gga
I keep this sh*t real n*gga
That's somethin you n*ggas find hard to do
This sh*t easy to me though
Stop worrying about what I got going on
Stop worrying about what Philthy doing n*gga
I'm getting money n*gga
That's what it's about right
Get rich or die trying right
Well n*gga I'ma die trying n*gga
But before I die I'ma get rich though
n*ggas don't understand this sh*t man
I'm him n*gga
I'm him n*gga
It's Philthy