B.o.B - My Story lyrics

DJ Chapman, what's happenening? Oh, yeah!
(Commissioner! Terry Urban)
This motherfucker on?

Okay, I think I wanna tell
Ya'll a little story
About a young boy, a very young boy
Always playing games, but he never had a toy
Making A's in school? (Psh) He couldn't do it
A crazy motherfucker, yes, everybody knew it
Long story short, that nigga was me
That nigga is B, destined to be a failure
But, I still made it out - hell yeah!
I was stubborn
Couldn't nobody tell me nothing
Walk around smokin' like I live in Amsterdam
Middle finger to the sky
Like I don't give a god damn
But rebellion is just a side effect
Homicidal? Maybe, Suicidal? Yes

Boy, I tell you, niggas be like:

But anyway, let's get back to the story
Enough of this shit talking now

My daddy from the Barn
And my momma from the gutter
So I guess that makes
Me a country motherfucker
Anyway, in school, your boy was a huslter
I had everything on deck to get that butter
But, I was headed down the wrong
Path - smoking weed, selling weed
Failing out of class
But, I was like, "Fuck what the 'Po think
I'm a let the stain"
But, I ain't fuck with crack
Ya'll can have that but on top of that
I thought I got a bitch pregnant
For 7 damn months I thought she was expecting
Then I found out it wasn't mine
But that was only half the issues
That was off my mind

And then, my parents was telling me
"You need to go to college
And you need to do this"
And I was like, "No sir i'm straight on it"
I ain't trying to spend 40 thousand
Just to be 50 thousand in
Debt when I graduate
And a scholarship? What the
Fuck is a scholarship?
My GPA started with a damn decimal
You know what I'm saying?
But anyways, let's go

Back to the saga
I'm dealing with these problems
I'm back to graduating
I ain't finna to go to college
So I gotta figure out how
I'm gonna make some dollars
But, I ain't in the streets
So I gotta slang beats
Then I sold my first beat
Got a couple stacks
And just like a nigga, I spent it like that
Got a couple diamonds, got a couple hats
And filled up my closet with
Some shoes and some slacks
Now I'm back to square one, where I'm at now
Rapping in this booth
In this basement of a house
Being honest man
I'm just trying to make it out
But fuck it man, I'm out

Yeah and that's this typical story of a
Young black male, living in Decatur
Off Cantler Road
But, you know what, though? This
Just ain't your typical story
You know what I'm saying?
But y'all watch out though
Y'all gon' see aha!
I ain't really got shit else to say
I just want to hear myself talk
And I know y'all want to hear me talk
Cause y'all still listening
My voice sound sexy, don't it? Aha!
I'm just fucking with y'all, i'm