My Story (Solo Version)

This is my story

Yeah, I'm from that Chi-town dirt

I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts

This is my story

Money, cars, bad hoes

This is my story

And I'm sticking to it

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It's my story, I'm sticking to it

Drama, man, I've been through it

I'm turned on by this shit

Life's a bitch and I'ma put my dick into it

They wrote me off, counted me out

Now I make so much they can't count it out

Got your bitch so wet, I'm drowning out

New spilt milk, I'm making cream

The worlds a court, I own the team

And I cross these haters over, made them pull a hamstring

Yeah, I do big things, write big checks, good weed, great sex

Black panties is on deck

Constipated, it ain't out yet

Twenty years

What's that, like five careers?

I'm just a happy headed nigga from the Chi

I ain't even supposed to be here

This is my story

Yeah, I'm from that Chi-town dirt

I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts

This is my story

Money, cars, bad hoes

This is my story

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

Came from humble beginnings

Now I'm cocky with my spending

They say "life is just a game"

And I thank God that I'm winning

Models roll my indo

I beat the pussy, Django

Them niggas talking money, I got more digits in my gate code

She make a pole disappear like hocus pocus

You're ain't never gonna find another nigga this focused

I got every block, every street corners sold up

Whatever club represent my city, throw it up

I own the game, coach last player shown up

Okay, haters throw fitted, never showed up, yeah

This is my story

Yeah, I'm from that Chi-town dirt

I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts

This is my story

Money, cars, bad hoes

This is my story

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

Pull up to the club at about three

I'm killing it, guilty no plea

I'm leaving out at 6 with a dime piece

By 9 o'clock we on round three

I speak of rain, they say I'm crazy like they didn't know

See, I'm not crazy but my talent, man, got bipolar

Say she's a church girl but man she's blowing holy smokes

Showed her the Jesus piece, now she got the Holy Ghost

They asked them in a interview, "why do he love these girls?"

The only thing he had to say was, "mother fuck the world"

This is my story

Yeah, I'm from that Chi-town dirt

I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts

This is my story

Money, cars, bad hoes

This is my story

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it