My Story Video (MV)

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This is my story
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This is my story
Yea, woah
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This is my story, baby this is my story
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Growing up a nigga had to take a different route
Thirteen getting put up out my mama house
Fourteen a nigga had to learn to move a ounce
High-School selling squares out my grandma house
Woah
In the streets as a younging how I came up
Sixty ninth and Campbell that's where I came from
Barely went to school I had to get some paper
Lost some homies to the system over bangers

Growing up me and moms could never get along
Sitting thinking in my room damn my Daddy gone
Just got into it with my mama she done kicked him out
Then called twelve she done lied said he stomped her out
All that crazy shit done made me who I am today
I used to call my daddy tell come and get me out this place
He told me he can't get me she gone tell them folks I ran away
He couldn't get me on the weekends for that child support he didn't pay
(Dam)
I used to cry myself to sleep though, jealous of my brother he had J's on his feet though
Couldn't understand it, needed a shoulder to lean on
Cried every night then went to school I couldn't think though
Woah
My teachers asked me am I Ok
Is it something going on at your home place'
Couldn't pay attention up in class had my work late
Said I ain't turned in no work since the first day

Growing up a nigga had to take a different route
Thirteen getting put up out my mama house
Fourteen a nigga had to learn to move a ounce
High-School selling squares out my grandma house
Woah
In the streets as a younging how I came up
Sixty ninth and Campbell that's where I came from
Barely went to school I had to get some paper
Lost some homies to the system over bangers

Ain't pay the rent my mama said we had to move out
So I said mama what we moving to a new house
She took us from the good schooling to the hood now
We used to stay across the street from the drug house
A few weeks later I was trapping out the drug house
White tee, coogi pants I was thugged out
Seen my first P had a nigga all in love now
Serving reggie had the stems all on my pants now, woah
Moms was always in the streets though, had to call my granny she was with me from the get go
Posted on the block, a nigga had to toat a pistol
When I dropped out of school my mama didn't give a shit no

Growing up a nigga had to take a different route
Thirteen getting put up out my mama house
Fourteen a nigga had to learn to move a ounce
High-School selling squares out my grandma house
Woah
In the streets as a younging how I came up
(How I came up)
Sixty ninth and Campbell that's where I came from
Barely went to school I had to get some paper
Lost some homies to the system over bangers

Street Lingo
It's NiXta