My Story

(Ay, I'ma let you know how it really went)

(I'ma let you know how it really go)

(On my side, this my story)

Back in '11, I got hit, as a young ****

When we was waitin' on the opps, tryna bump widd' 'em

October 14th, tryna slump ****

When ShawtyHitt was tryna box, he was front centre

Black male, 16, shot below the waist

And they thought bro wasn't gon' make it, he was on the gates

Put my **** on go, like they ain't have the brakes

So when they hit the fan, we just hit the 8

On the hunt, early morning, never late

All on yo' ass, shells to ya' face

That was who we want, that was no mistake

**** wanted beef, so we gave 'em plates

Bronem' was on the facts, they was servin' deep

Taking shifts off few jives, youa' earn a G

In the cuts with that cut, yeah, seriously

I never worked for ****, **** worked for me

I had to blow for my mine, cause back then, they blew for me

Once upon a time, shootin' guns was new to me

It felt like yesterday, time flew to me

And what I do for mine, they'll do for me

Gettin' it bustin', every day, it was gun shots

When Ray Ray got killt' on the bus stop

Goin' to school with the tool in the lunch box

**** couldn't serve a bag, it was dumb hot

Life was gettin' real, had to carry pipes

Escortin' brotha's to the crib, that was every night

12 tried to might, but we was takin' flights

Guns outside a' school, inside we had to fight

And I thought shit was real, real as it can get

Had a lotta' females who was with the shits

And thats the reason why, we call him ShawtyHitt

The way he rush the opps, call him ShawtyyBlitz

You walk the fresh grass, we walk the gun powder

Hustled in the hood, but in school, a young scholar

At 13, my **** Mac, was a young father

I wasn't thinkin' kids, I wanted dumb dolla's

If ****'s goin' left, we'll get 'em straight

But some ****'s rather move at they own pace

I'm tryna make it out, I'm tryna get away

They wanna live that life, then let 'em get a taste

Some ****'s rather shoot, some rather ball

And some don't need the cables to tell it all

And I was made for this shit, I can bet it all

I got the talent of a hustler, I can sell it all

We was livin' like OG's as youngsters

Shit was real, they found foe' in a dumpster

And I would never forget where I come from

And I can still go to the hood where I come from