Story Time (Intro)

You know, everybody has a story

(True, true) You know

Lemme tell you a lil story about this guy

(Okay)

Goes by the name um, 2z

(2z?)

Yeah, Yeah, that's it, 2z

(What kinda fucking name is 2z?)

A lot of motherfuckers hate this guy

I mean a lot

Mama can I get them new Jordan 4's?

Pissin' me off, she kept telling me, "No"

So I went got all that shit on my own

I was only 15, but I thought I was grown

I was 15 fuckin' bitches in college

Go to they dorm then go through they wallets

Circle got smaller 'cause **** wasn't solid

You only they dawg when they hands in yo pockets

You **** changin' on gang for the pussy

You gotta give her some brain for the pussy

Tired of **** tryna take me for pussy

We do not hang with lames or pussies

Half of my muhfuckin' family was addicts

Half of my muhfuckin' partners was trappin'

My mama didn't raise up no bitch so what's happenin'?

Bitch I'm from Dallas, I ball like a Maverick

Looked at my mama and little sister face

I promise I can't let em down

I looked my **** in all of they faces

I told 'em, "We ain't backing down"

'Cause once we get up there I promise you ****

It ain't no coming back down

"I'm sorry Your Honor, I'm tellin' the truth

I wasn't even in town"

Roll up the gas and bag up the regional

Watch how I tax it like Uncle Sam

How you hate me you still buying grams?

Goofy ass **** I smoke out a pound

My brother's keeper I promise I am

We always fightin' like Martin and Pound

Flip through that money, I love how it sound

That pussy go, I love how it sound

Okay, you go and do this

Well I'ma go and do that

Texas we been on that drink

Now everybody sip A

Half of thee Industry **** is bitches

I call these **** some brats

You only hurt if I'm telling the truth?

**** this straight facts

**** this straight gas

I'm counting straight cash

Yeah, yo music straight, my ****

I meant to say straight ass

Just picked up a freak hoe

Had to get my rocks off

She told me my feet ugly

I still fuck with my socks off

I don't care what these hoes think

I don't care what these **** think

I smoke me a raw cone

I pour me a raw drank

'Fore you run in this trap house

**** you better rethink

Yeah, I'm on that mob shit

Throw his ass in a fish tank

Yeah ****

That's still GMB shit, ya know what I'm sayin'?

All that money shit, ya know what I'm sayin?

Hold lot of loot game shit, ya know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hold ah, hold ah, hold ah

Ay