BiC Fizzle - Story lyrics

No book, I'm rippin' pages
Tryna write like findin' one strip
Mindset on them millions
My confidence on a forklift
Hustlin' is the only way you gettin'
It if you from here
Forty shells in a gun clip, nothin' but hate
Ain't no love here
Narcs on the block, a dead body
Another homicide
He DOA, hurt everybody, another mama cryin'
Sit alone, thinkin' with my
Thoughts in a room
Ain't got nothin' but time
People asking me where my feelings went
I ain't seen 'em in a while
Tell 'em, "Put RahRah back up on the block
He ain't commit no crimes"
I roll a blunt, sit back and meditate
Thinkin' while time flying
I was just a baby
Now I got diamonds every time I shine
And I don't like when people 'round 'cause
Folks be tryna slime a slime
First quarter, ain't even much half time
Fourth quarter, had me hit the bay line
Ten to one, K up the score by eight or nine
No feelin' and my only fear is not workin'
I'm ready to grind
Chasin' money, not wastin' time
When nigga like me out here
Cussin', dyin' red light
He switchin' stop signs
Fifteen when I shot my first deuce five
Weeks later, mama get me baptized
Seen shit in the hood, left me traumatized
Why I stay with my MC Hammer time
I'ma go get the trophy, Brady
That's why I be winning so much, that's crazy
Gave me the cape
Ain't no way I can't save it
'Fore I go leave millions to
All of my unborn babies you hear me?