Story To Tell (Explicit)

****, bitches

Gather round, got a story to tell

Here it is, here it is

It's widespread, thoroughbred

Shockingly took two to the head

Knowledge me, God, the shit I'm 'bout to holler is hard

From start, this lil' **** had a hell of a heart

His pops, bangin' that shit in his arms, broken

A young mind distortedly moulded, is there an upside?

His brother got murdered up north by Nietas

My ma battlin' cancer of the colon

At the tender age of thirteen, watchin' his world close in

Blood damn near frozen from a heart so cold

It ain't pumpin' out the love no more, and I feel that

'Cause God, when you really need it, where the love at?

That's why a lot of **** got more faith in their gat

Freeze that like a photo, take it with you and know

This lil' **** 'bout to kill all comers for cash flow

His role model, the heat, 'cause it runs streets

His motto, nobody eats but me

Finally, this young thug turned pro

Used to show love, now he got nothing but hatred and foes

Five-double-ohs, oh, so deep

He the type of **** that got it and break down a key

Remember me? J to the A, R-U-L-E, baby

Smell the beef and continue to, uh, give 'em hell

Fill they bodies with shells and leave **** with a story to tell, huh

Listen up, I got a story to tell

On the streets we got guns and drugs for sale

'Cause you hoes know the game that we play is real

Keep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed

Listen up, I got a story to tell

I'm prayin' to God knowin' I'm goin' to Hell

If it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail

Listen up, I got a story to tell

Listen up, I got a story to tell

**** motherfucking die for the shit we do

Hustle hard, city to city, state to state

All my ****, let me holler at y'all

Son of B-more, we scored more than ever before

Copped the two-door, six-double-oh, the raw

Show no love for loss since that big eight be that lucky number

We slammed eight of those in Kentucky

Kept the currency comin', more diamonds

New clothes, LA hoes that'll ride us frontin'

Once you lived in luxury, you can't leave it

Find yourself turnin' broke bitches into divas

Can you believe this?

In Cleveland, we cuttin' these **** breathing

Time on every block till we shut down shop

So keep your Glock cocked, one in the head

Push the five series drop just in case we gotta spit and spread

The alibi be simply we was in the Caribbean

With two of our women friends, sippin' Remi and Henny

From there we'll flow to the Florida Keys and blow trees

Fuck a couple of hoes and spend some cheese

That's how a boy's life is supposed to be

Make our way to NO 'cause we 'bout it, 'bout it

Then down to DC where they cock it, pop it

Listen up, life is nothing but the hot shit from here to Wisconsin

Y'all **** can get it constant

It ain't hard, that's like pushing dope in the 5th Ward

And just to get to God, I'll go through Hell

Leave the world a story to tell, huh

Listen up, I got a story to tell

On the streets we got guns and drugs for sale

And you hoes know the game that we play is real

Keep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed

Listen up, I got a story to tell

I'm prayin' to God knowin' I'm goin' to Hell

If it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail

Listen up, I got a story to tell

Listen up, I got a story to tell