King Pwee - My Story Lyrics

Lost my brother now my heart heavy
I watched to many mamas cry and that shit aint healthy
Seen too many niggas die and that shit aint scare me
When I was down there at the bottom niggas aint help me
So when I climbed up out that gutta I was war ready
Lost my brother now my heart heavy
Told lil bro he aint gotta worry bout nothing just keep this car steady
Ima shoot like Stephen Marbury
Listen to me tell you my story
When I was young I wanted to be a doctor
Now a statistic became a product of my environment
I know i make the ghetto look good you can keep ya compliment
Still breathing and I smile without having a reason to now
That's a real accomplishment
I come from nothin they thought I'd never rise above it
Catching cases got a bond without no money gotta thug it
If it aint beneficial nigga fuck it
Crabs in the bucket nigga we just wanted something
Get off ya ass
Never thought I'll be in the trap just knew I'd have a bag
High school whenever I wanted to rap that's when I went to class
Let me take you back frost elementary back in the gap
Kindergarten ms Carter class she beat ya ass for talking back
I told my mama she like why the fuck you talkin back
Fuck school the tools I use in life the ghetto taught me that
You can't teach a kid that's at the bottom how to start from scratch
If you wasn't a kid at the bottom that had to start from scratch
Few hundred dollars get you a street nigga starter pack
Few hundred more a get you a coffin you should start with that you
Never worked construction but feel like I got the hardest hat
Cus i refuse to listen till I started losing niggas
Started abusing pills I kept gettin a new prescription
A loony nigga 50 round drum in a baby glizzy
I'm really from the slums came from nothin it made me different
Use to close my eyes and dream the grim reaper come take me with him
Life of a soldier overcame every obstacle them folks had threw my way
I aint play football but in the summer I was hittin 2 a day
Real street nigga spin a nigga block that was our shootin range
Quick to blast still a beat a nigga like I was pootie tang
And bitch I really would
And if I tell you ill kill you ill really do it
My life should be on film but its to real to be a scripted movie
Naw for real
I use to pray for better days
8th grade year for 3 months straight
I wore the same fuckin shirt and pants everyday
I still pray for better days
Even though I counted all that money yesterday know god can take this shit away
But I deserve it went on them plays even though I was nervous
When we was little went got them pistols and we got them dirty
These niggas running round with 50s never shot a 30
Let alone shot a person
You don't put no fear in me
Talkin to them demons literally
I tried to talk to god and nem but ion think them niggas hearing me
I lost my dawg and that shit killing me
Can't deal with his death cus I can't heal from tryna live with these memories
100 Shots for my enemies
Im so attached to that ar my bm call it my lil mini me
I love that glock like it was kin to me
I use to be so innocent but y'all don't know what this shit did to me
I watched to many mamas cry and that shit aint healthy
Seen too many niggas die and that shit aint scare me
When I was down there at the bottom niggas aint help me
So when I climbed up out that gutta I was war ready
Lost my brother now my heart heavy
Told lil bro he aint gotta worry bout nothin just keep this car steady
Ima shoot like Stephen Marbury
Listen to me tell you my story

Lost my brother now my heart heavy
I watched to many mamas cry and that shit aint healthy
Seen too many niggas die and that shit aint scare me
When I was down there at the bottom niggas aint help me
So when I climbed up out that gutta I was war ready
Lost my brother now my heart heavy
Told lil bro he aint gotta worry bout nothing just keep this car steady
Ima shoot like Stephen Marbury
Listen to me tell you my story
When I was young I wanted to be a doctor
Now a statistic became a product of my environment
I know i make the ghetto look good you can keep ya compliment
Still breathing and I smile without having a reason to now
That's a real accomplishment
I come from nothin they thought I'd never rise above it
Catching cases got a bond without no money gotta thug it
If it aint beneficial nigga fuck it
Crabs in the bucket nigga we just wanted something
Get off ya ass
Never thought I'll be in the trap just knew I'd have a bag
High school whenever I wanted to rap that's when I went to class
Let me take you back frost elementary back in the gap
Kindergarten ms Carter class she beat ya ass for talking back
I told my mama she like why the fuck you talkin back
Fuck school the tools I use in life the ghetto taught me that
You can't teach a kid that's at the bottom how to start from scratch
If you wasn't a kid at the bottom that had to start from scratch
Few hundred dollars get you a street nigga starter pack
Few hundred more a get you a coffin you should start with that you
Never worked construction but feel like I got the hardest hat
Cus i refuse to listen till I started losing niggas
Started abusing pills I kept gettin a new prescription
A loony nigga 50 round drum in a baby glizzy
I'm really from the slums came from nothin it made me different
Use to close my eyes and dream the grim reaper come take me with him
Life of a soldier overcame every obstacle them folks had threw my way
I aint play football but in the summer I was hittin 2 a day
Real street nigga spin a nigga block that was our shootin range
Quick to blast still a beat a nigga like I was pootie tang
And bitch I really would
And if I tell you ill kill you ill really do it
My life should be on film but its to real to be a scripted movie
Naw for real
I use to pray for better days
8th grade year for 3 months straight
I wore the same fuckin shirt and pants everyday
I still pray for better days
Even though I counted all that money yesterday know god can take this shit away
But I deserve it went on them plays even though I was nervous
When we was little went got them pistols and we got them dirty
These niggas running round with 50s never shot a 30
Let alone shot a person
You don't put no fear in me
Talkin to them demons literally
I tried to talk to god and nem but ion think them niggas hearing me
I lost my dawg and that shit killing me
Can't deal with his death cus I can't heal from tryna live with these memories
100 Shots for my enemies
Im so attached to that ar my bm call it my lil mini me
I love that glock like it was kin to me
I use to be so innocent but y'all don't know what this shit did to me
I watched to many mamas cry and that shit aint healthy
Seen too many niggas die and that shit aint scare me
When I was down there at the bottom niggas aint help me
So when I climbed up out that gutta I was war ready
Lost my brother now my heart heavy
Told lil bro he aint gotta worry bout nothin just keep this car steady
Ima shoot like Stephen Marbury
Listen to me tell you my story