Story Bout My Life (feat. Loz)

The men that you want Don't want what it is you think they want They don't care about your house Your car Your PHD Or any of that stuff What matters to men is Your fitness Your friendliness Your cooperation Your submission And if you don't have those things It does not matter what you say TGC Yo Yeah IOGB Listen On your radio On your stereo Are you ready though? Uh uh listen Yo yo yo yeah Kids of today tell me how you feel? Hungry today's how my stomach feels But I still knew what was fake and knew what was real They hate on me just coz I'm black like Emmet Till Still all my people don't know that image kills Some man are bored and do anything for the thrill Spending all your money you're just wasting your Moolah Don't forget to stack and save up for your future Agh I think that you should keep it cool just like a cooler Now I'm here I gotta school ya Like a teacher I could tutor Chocolate brown that's my skin tone And the chick's bad And she's got me on her ringtone I was so broke walked home now my shit glows Diamonds dancing like a high school disco Now she's quick to back off the thong like Sisqo You'd think I came in like Santa with all these gifts bro You know that I'm real if you look me in my eyes Always be honest I ain't even gotta lie I look you in your eyes When I'm gripping on your thighs You know I got flavour And I could add a little spice All my family didn't have much all they knew is just be tight I'm just spitting on the beat and the story's bout my life Mum put me in Gap way before I saw Nike Singing round in plaits like I'm Bow Wow Old school I got da pants down and the Timbs out Back then they were saying suns out guns out Right now I'm only out if I'm making money Argh Singing round in plaits like I'm Bow Wow Old school I got da pants down and the Timbs out Back then they were saying suns out guns out Right now I'm only out if I'm making money Argh I hear man talk tough but they ain't on crud I hear man talk good but they don't move good I was down on my look so I hustled and jugged I sold everything but now it's just bud You would of thought that I was selling tings in da hood I made good profits off broccoli not Buj Buds got me Hazey Don't hate me I'm wavey Because the roadside pays me Back then I was silly never watched my salary Back then I was having crushes on my calories Now I'm changing all the way to get the best of me I'm in videoshoots and I'm wearing my accessories Remember Stephanie Yeah she was made up ya see I got my Mrs if I don't say she'll get onto me Knock me like I'm Anthony Dressed like the baddest B Gal what you want from me Up in my fantasy You know that I'm real if you look me in my eyes Always be honest I ain't even gotta lie I look you in your eyes When I'm gripping on your thighs You know I got flavour And I could add a little spice All my family didn't have much all they knew is just be tight I'm just spitting on the beat and the story's bout my life Mum put me in Gap way before I saw Nike Yo The Game Changer Big boy shit Uh Yeah On your radio On your stereo Uh Come on