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
And I'm sticking to it
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