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-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
And I’m, stickin’, to it (x8)
Kells where you been?
In the kitchen cookin bricks
Yea I know the haters miss me
So I’m back up in this bitch
And I’m laughin all the way to the bank (ha-ha-ha)
Catch a chick all on my dick like (a-a-a)
My story ain’t changed homie
At the date homie
I do this shit for the Chi homie
And I love a bad bitch that’ll wind for me
Get up in that pussy, make it cry for me
What do yall know about walking the streets?
Going 4 or 5 days without nothing to eat
To the foreign Ferraris, reclining the seats
To the top of the world where the living is sweet
God damn, call me Mr. 12Play
Fuck you 12 hunned ways
Realest nigga to the grave
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-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
And I’m, stickin’, to it (x8)
This my story and I’m stickin to it
No fake shit, already been through it
Hungry nights in the projects
With no lights on, we had to sleep through it
My granny died, I damn near lost my mind
This music shit got me pullin through it
30 knife off on the low
Where you see it up you better blow
Chi Town with a whole set
We in this bitch, deep rolls
But I do this shit, I don’t need a witness
Fuck you, I don’t need a judge
Get yo shades up if you got a plug
I spit crack if you into drugs
Hitters start blowin, gotta hit them up
Shine right on and it’s drillin noise
Katie Got Bandz, we making noise
Me and Kells bout to kill the streets
Here’s my story, I’mma tell it loud
But I’m the illest chick `cus talk is cheap
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-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
And I’m, stickin’, to it (x8)
These niggas ain’t real, ain’t take the cabo
My place make place and some nitro
Real whips, it done change what I got
But shout out my nigga Rosay, he got a yacht
I’ve been thinkin bout white for the whole damn winter
Might need 1-2 `cus I’m not much of a swimmer
Wipe a bitch down and a bad bitch crazy
I’mma bring er back, I was only tryna rent er
We will return round the end of December
Got her eatin better so she got a little thicker
Good blunt rolln and J mo sipper
Thinkin love with me but I’m such a real nigga
Motivate the hustlers on my Instagram pictures
Bitch I got a deal, I ain’t gotta deal wit you
Polo roll with the polo slippers
Countin hella 20’s while I’m listenin to triller
Yea, and you know that a youngin gotta respect them clashes
Yea, but when it come to success I done made that shit a habit
See I made 20000 on mattress
This is my story, I’ll be getting dough in every chapter
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-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
And I’m, stickin’, to it (x8)
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