Mook TBG - My Story lyrics

Yeah (so many times I)
So many times I thought them
Niggas really loved me
Yeah (so many times I)
So many times I blew my
Trust in my lil' buddies
Yeah (so many times I)
So many times I thought them
Niggas really loved me yeah, so many times I
Damn

So many times I thought them
Niggas really loved me
So many times I blew my
Trust in my lil’ buddies
We livin' that street life
But we don't promote thuggin’
Chopper blow his back out, like Rico
This my story

Young nigga wit' a mask on
Got rich all by my lonely
Got it on me, nigga
They gon' take his face
Off 'cause they' hungry
Bad bitch, she be rockin' Giuseppe (damn)
I got a message
I might tell all my confessions
He keep on actin' aggressive, we keep a Tec
Hope he don't take it offensive
I put the gang on neck
We shootin’ bullets that go through his vest
(TBG) i cannot count the top ’till I miss
I had to ball and had no assist
I had to buck it down, make a hit
I bet they take one to the dome for this
I pro'ly alter’d my wrist
(whoa) , VA, no V6 (whoa)
It's so much money I
Gotta get, drippin' Designer
Five racks for a fit's
Countin' up money, finesse on
A bitch, he talkin’
I put 'em right on the list
I ain't wanna live life like this
Everywhere we go pop shit
Niggas over there on that opp
Shit, homies told on me
He was gon' cop shit (damn)

So many times I thought them
Niggas really loved me
So many times I blew my
Trust in my lil' buddies
We livin' that street life
But we don't promote thuggin'
Chopper blow his back out, like Rico
This my story

I got a hun-nit niggas, we
Gon' pull up deep
I got something for all you niggas (damn)
I went from rags to riches
Ain't got it bad 'cause
It's bad for bid'ness
Put out for niggas I knew that aren't
Wit' me, I got it on me
I'm keepin' it in me
I gotta watch whom I know that they in me
I say a prayer for all my enemies (damn)
I'm turnin' up, they don't live like this
You out of yo' mind, we havin' this shit
I get 'em killed for like
Half of these ticks
I got an army, they all wit' this shit's
(AH) he get a bag and play wit' this shit
Niggas is mad and they' throwin' fit's
Bitch, you ain't put nothin' on this
(lil' nigga) no, tell 'em get off my dick
I get 'em killed, whoever I pick
From the back end, I gotta get (bands)
Like I'm just sayin'
Puttin' tax on my shit
Can't fuck wit' them niggas
That ain't doin' shit (no)
I got them bands, is out of the whip
If I let 'em see it, I know he gon' trip
It's funny how niggas, they copy the drip
He get out of line, get him and his bitch
(damn, oh)

So many times I thought them
Niggas really loved me
So many times I blew my
Trust in my lil' buddies
We livin' that street life
But we don't promote thuggin'
Chopper blow his back out, like Rico
This my story

Uhh, this is my story uhh, this is my story