My Story
Written By Zeta R Kelly Too Short Nipsey Hussle
Produced By R Kelly
The Z Mix Volume 1
Attlast Entertainment



(Verse: Zeta)

I was born in one of the most poorest places
on mother earth
I had no paper no pen
I would write rhymes in the
muthafuckin dirt
excuse my language
I just want to express the anguish
that I hang with
plus the pain that I dealt with
oh shit what that 
muthafucker hurt

so when I say muthafucka
muthafucka better
get that shit 
through your
muthafuckin third
eye
blind what you blind word I
took the dark forces
on and became the dark force I've spawned
there don't dare stare till the corpse is gone
I'm the muthafucka you wouldn't want 
to dare 
cus I will go where you squares
wouldn't dare roll along

ha!


I'm a psychotic murderous
walking a dog collor less
here to knock the dominants
out of you ca economists
never loved the government
or anyone that ever had 
anything to do with it or even had a 
small part in it

put yourself in my position
try to envision
before you think the record is dissin
but the poor get poorer
and the rich get richer
something wrong with that picture
that's why I'm trying to Mulder and Skully it

but they'll probably find me dead yeah
fore this record is out yeah
probably my engineer 
plotting on a plot against me I can hear
every little sound that he makes
over there pressing them buttons like yeah
we gonna tupac him
when comes out the studio booth
this moody ol dude
we're just gonna uhal him
upstate
some one else will take care of him there
I've had enough of his arrogance
I mean seriously who
does this guy think he is
zeta attlast
fuck a zeta attlast
I'm a coming on blast
rapping like he has a fucking heart attack or burn
I've learned from the past
that it takes time to get this shit spot on 
oh word
rock on 
ah fuck
it

Hook: R. Kelly)
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)

(Verse: R. Kelly)
Kells where you been?
In the kitchen, cookin bricks
Yea I know the haters missed me so I’m back up in this bitch
And I’m laughin all the way to the bank (ah ah ah ah)
Got yo chick all on my dick like (ah ah ah ah)
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

(Hook: R. Kelly)
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)

(Verse: Too $hort)
when I first came in the game
They said I couldn’t rap
I would never sell records with a mouth like that
But year after year
I got them platinum plaques
The first rapper of the bay stackin racks on racks
Now aks yo favorite rapper how he feels about Too $hort
I’ve been balling so long I need my own hood court
Got 2 songs with Pac, 3 songs with BIG
4 songs with Jay-Z, Pimp C and Tip
Aks the ATL
If I did these things
I helped pioneer the scene and bought that Cali green
That’s my story, I’m sticking to it
I’d never switch
And it wouldn’t be me if I didn’t say “bitch!”

(Hook: R. Kelly)
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)

(Verse: Nipsey Hu$$le)
Yea, nah
I can tell you bout
No elevators, what the stairs is bout
No scared money, took the fearless route
Them 10 thousand dollars that yo years is bout
Still proud what I look at in the mirror bro
16, couple things, tryna mail em south
Wishin on a star, what the man’s about
Catches them cases and bailing out
And most of these niggas took the failure route
I had the nerve to believe in this world of doubt
The nerve to achieve, I prepared myself
When niggas plant seeds and they rarely sprout
And niggas had dreams what they really bout
The process nigga, rather chill on the couch
I was going hard on the measly slouts
I been payin dues, this is clearly clout
World on my shoulder, I can curl yo house
I done everything and I still got out
And what I went through, niggas woulda killed theyself
And when it don’t cross mind I reveal myself
Blood, sweat & tears what I spilled myself
Well fuck you nigga cuz I feel myself
Don’t co-sign, I was real myself
You gotta put me with niggas that done build theyself
Hu$$le.

(Hook: R. Kelly)
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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