My Story lyrics

[Intro]
Double R, n*gga, uh
Double R, n*gga, So Icy, n*gga
f*ck you talkin' 'bout?
1017 Landlord, n*gga
Know what the f*ck goin' on, n*gga
Real street n*ggas only, man
You ain't invited
(Ayy, BLVKK, take off)

[Verse 1]
So Icy Gang, b*tch, we really be robbin'
Nights in that cell, used to talk to a toilet
Knife by my di*k, talkin' sh*t to the warden
I come from powder packs out the apartment ('Partment)
I had to stay down, stay down, stay down, stay down, stay down like I was the carpet (Carpet)
These n*ggas fakin' and flodgin'
How you get caught with no carbine?
How you get out with them charges? (b*tch)
Heard they ran down, you ain't do nothin' (Do nothin')
When it come to the team, keep it two hundred (Two hundred)
Heard that boy green, turn his ass to a cuc*mber (Cuc*mber)
n*gga try me, lock me up on a new number
Please check my resume, Section 8 every day
Four chopper sticks in a Chevrolet, pray for a better day
Highway to hell, park the 'Cat at the heaven gates
f*ck the police, push the b*tch 'til the pedal break (Skrrt)
Young n*gga poppin' straight out of the struggle (Struggle)
b*tch, I'm from Texas, my chopper from Russia (Russia)
Come from a block where you got to leave opps in a puddle
Or bury your partners and brothers (On gang)
Neck on spaghetti, my bezel on Gushers (b*tch)
Jumped off the porch, sellin' dope in my Levis
724, had the Loc in the beehive (Crip)
How that young n*gga go Fendi from FILA? (Drip)
[Chorus]
Number one rule, keep a stick with me
Never sell a gun with a clip in it
Never leave your bro for a b*tch, n*gga
Treat a dope fiend like a rich n*gga
Motherf*ck a loss, don't quit, n*gga
Stick to the G code, don't switch, n*gga
Nah, for real, So Icy Gang, n*gga, uh

[Verse 2]
Young n*gga from the block had it too damn hard
Five grams, Glock 40, and a food stamp card
Tryna pull me a move, f*ck school and a job (f*ck a job)
Stayed down, fast forward, it's a pool on my arm (Splash)
'Member they used to make fun of me
Hoes called me broke and they never would come to me (Come to me)
I switch the grill, turn the Bentley to Bumblebee (Skrrt)
Still droppin' tears for my n*gga that's underneath (Damn, Crip)
These n*ggas dumb as f*ck, they never come to us
She drop the lo', so I owe her a tummy tuck
This Drac' on my waist, when it spray, wake a mummy up (Grrah)
It's cold where I stay, every day, better bundle up (b*tch, burr)
Burr, burr, better bundle up, burr
It's cold, it's cold where I'm from, cuh, the gutter
Hmm, I came from roaches to riches (Burr)
Boy, you's a ho, you can't go in the trenches (At all)
I'ma catch plays 'til them crackers come get me (Skrrt)
Never had sh*t, so I'm flashy, I get it
12 roll the Scat, throw the crack in her titties
I really slept on a mattress that's p*ssy (Ah)
I gotta run up them racks to the ceiling
For all of them nights I was locked in a prison (On gang)
[Chorus]
Number one rule, keep a stick with me (Stick with me)
Never sell a gun with a clip in it (Clip in it)
Never leave your bro for a b*tch, n*gga (b*tch, n*gga)
Treat a dope fiend like a rich n*gga (Rich n*gga)
Motherf*ck a loss, don't quit, n*gga (Quit, n*gga)
Stick to the G code, don't switch, n*gga (Don't switch, n*gga)
Nah, for real, So Icy Gang, n*gga (Uh)

[Outro]
Yeah, n*gga, there's rules to this sh*t, n*gga
That's why the game f*cked up
Know what I'm sayin'?
Too many motherf*ckin' Indians, ain't enough chiefs, you heard me?
That's why everybody—
Game f*cked up, n*ggas ain't got no motherf*ckin' morals
Without 'em
Uh, So Icy
Grim Reaper Gang, b*tch