My Story (Explicit)

My Story - R. Kelly/2 Chainz

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-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y

I'm, stickin', to it

I'm, stickin', to it

I'm, stickin', to it

I'm, stickin', to it

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I'm, stickin', to it

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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 p**sy, Django

Them niggas talking money, I got more digits in my GEICO

She make a pole disappear like hocus pocus

You're ain't never gon' find another ni**a this focus

I got every block, every street corners sold up

Whatever club represent my city, throw it up

I own the game, coach slash player shown up

Okay, haters throw fitted never showed up

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-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y

I'm, stickin', to it

I'm, stickin', to it

I'm, stickin', to it

I'm, stickin', to it

I'm, stickin', to it

I'm, stickin', to it

I'm, stickin', to it

I'm, stickin', to it

Velcro, I'm sticking to it, hatin', I've been a victim to it

Your conversation is sanitation, ain't no hesitation when I finna do it

I stick it in (uh) switch it up and try to hit a friend (uh)

Live it up and count my dividends, roll, like cinnamon

Woah, big face Benjamin's as she lookin' at me Like ye'en ain't nothin' but a star

I look them nothing but a car if you ride with them you ain't going that far

But if you ride with me, crib so big we can play hide-and-seek

You can confide to me, ride me like I ride the beat

Pilot seat, I need a co-pilot, kiss a a** in both mouths

Them talking both lips, what you know 'bout boat trips?

Drop her a** at the (Chocolate Factory) (yeah), we did them (12 Play's) (yeah)

And you know who you is girl - we been f**kin' since the 12th grade, goddamn

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-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y

I'm, stickin', to it

I'm, stickin', to it

I'm, stickin', to it

I'm, stickin', to it

I'm, stickin', to it

I'm, stickin', to it

I'm, stickin', to it

I'm, stickin', to it

Pull up to the club at about three

I'm killin' 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, "motherf**k 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-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y

I'm, stickin', to it

I'm, stickin', to it

I'm, stickin', to it

I'm, stickin', to it

I'm, stickin', to it

I'm, stickin', to it

I'm, stickin', to it

I'm, stickin', to it