Ricoe, Eli Chamberlain - Story Lyrics

Said I got a story that I ain't told no one
I was only 14 and sellin' codine and Meechie was toting guns
On the avenue tweaking with demons 'til all their souls went up
And I had a few people I thought I needed, but they all switched up

(When I step out the crib)
And I step in balencys, I call it runners, I'ma grind till the sun up
And these niggas don't know
And I stay with that 30
Talking all that tough I bet you ain't gon' show me
And I stay with my strap but I'm not Young M.A
I'ma hop in the rarri butterfly the doors
Cartiers on my face just to block out the hate
And Im chasing this money, the fuck is a hoe?

I'ma cash out
You can look in my eyes I'ma black out
When I hop in the booth I'ma spazz out
Balencys for the shoes, who the fuck is you?
Me and Ricoe got the racks out
I remember them night in the trap house
Now they envying me like I'm Cal now
Now my neck on froze like a photo
Ricoe told me when you get it go cash out

I know nigga turning fu
How the fuck you ain't playing by the rules
I ain't fucking with Gucci, I hate the snakes, you ain't finna play me like a fool
Got no love for the jakes, them bitches be racist, try to hang you by the noose
And these bitches be playin like you be crazy, when the whole time I really knew
Bullets flying, niggas dying, everyday where I'm coming from
So please don't try me, won't take it lightly, gon' make me take your mama's only son
And I ain't lying, they despise me, I got to ride with a couple guns
And so many nights I was on the run, trying to make a dollar, my nina tucked.

Said I got a story that I ain't told no one
I was only 14 and sellin' codine and Meechie was toting guns
On the avenue tweaking with demons 'til all their souls went up
And I had a few people I thought I needed, but they all switched up

(When I step out the crib)
And I step in balencys, I call it runners, I'ma grind till the sun up
And these niggas don't know
And I stay with that 30
Talking all that tough I bet you ain't gon' show me
And I stay with my strap but I'm not Young M.A
I'ma hop in the rarri butterfly the doors
Cartiers on my face just to block out the hate
And Im chasing this money, the fuck is a hoe?