Smoove'L - My Story lyrics

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We ain't the same, you pray for Jays
I pray for better days
You like to party, I like to grind
Ain't ever do parades
I'm spittin' rhymes like I don't
Like somethin' I just ate
Can't sweat this ho too much
You don't exist in current age
But I can't lie
Mama always kept a young nigga fly
Got tired of her money, I don't want
I'd rather die
I'm from that NY, Brooklyn
That's the best style
And I'm gettin' rich
If I die at least I tried
I ain't gonna front like I'm a good boy
I carried gas
I hid it from my mom 'cause I'm a hood boy
Get money
Young street cat grew up in the hood boy
I can't play with my rhymes, this my story
This is not a toy
I gotta get these racks in, flip them back in
Earn them backends, and I don't spend it
Bein' impressive, and showin' it for him
I'm tryin' to give in
They ain't returnin'
They all on my body
I got them ho's who wanna touch me
I don't fiend for no bitch
If you touch me you get lucky
They be talkin' on my people
'bout to really get it ugly
I got scars I can't hide
I'm surprised money not tucking
My problems and pride gettin' bigger
I'm happy I'm finally becoming that nigga
They see me gettin' better
Now they becomin' sicker
I grind through that struggle
Now I'm finally gettin' richer
And I don't care if I got
Thirty bands in the bank
Rather than nothin', before respectin'
Givin' out the hate
They mad you give a four nigga
A 40 make a ape
Been in the game since young bro hustle
I made my way
(Cracking)
Cars slidin', hustling, grinding
Young nigga from the four, since a baby
Wiling
That pussy, I dive in
For my dreams, I'm strivin'
I shine loud and proud 'cause
I grind in silent
Sittin' in that bathroom
Paper balls everywhere
I just do my birthday every day
Not every year
Even on my worst days when
I see the chandeliers
Think my mama proud
See me in jets instead of square
I rock that fitted cap like I invented that
I'm one kind, you lose me
I bet ain't no gettin' back
Rest in peace to my brother Ski
I'm never gon' get him back
What goes around comes around
You opps better study that

I know that they proud of me
I'm winnin' and they hate to see
I'm winnin' and they hate to see
A young nigga winnin', that's really me
(Slidin')
(Grinding)
(That pussy, I dive in)