Ridgio ft. Parnell, Asante Scatterbrain - Story of My Life Lyrics

I remember getting whoopings I was 6
Couldn't have a report with a F on it
Specially a D and that was definite
If I had a C then I was pressing it
10 years later
I could care less I admit
Now I'm in the mix
I ain't finna trip
If I'm in a class you know I'm finna skip
If they try to catch me then I'm finna dip
Busting down a bottle
Then I take a sip
And that's off the rip
Shorty gave me lip
I gave her the tip
If my momma poppa knew what I was doing
They'll catch a fit
High I'm finna get
Now I'm feelilng lit
I'm just tryna smoke a ounce
After that I'm tryna bust me down a pound
I be smoking loud
You can hear the sound
It's the

Story of my life
I can't do right
Why put up a fight

Story of my life
Tryna do right
I be losing sight
I guess it's life

Can't fuck with the ambition
A young blood bout his bucks
And I aint finished
You can ask my momma bout my business
Since the beginning
I been independent
And been proving it
Can do this shit myself
Got my hands dirty
Dad don't need yo help
Did what I did and I'm dodging the belt
Move like a crook and do everything in stealth
Everything wrapped in my grand mama quilt
That shit better than satin and silk
Wana know how my old scars feel
And how I feel when my peers got killed
Swimming in grief
Middle piece Michael Phelps
I be high like I'm walking on stilts
Can already tell don't fuck with tattle-tales

Story of my life
I can't do right
Why put up a fight

Story of my life
Tryna do right
I be losing sight
I guess it's life

Gotta get away from home
I can't wait no more
Gotta get this on my own
Sitting down for too damn long
Bout time I took control
It's just me in my zone
And I just cannot fold
Because my heart on the line

Passing Marijuana back and forth
I can't stop
I ain't going home
If it ain't after 2 o clock
They be tripping
I look at them like
What they gone do about it
Do bad on my own
I don't trip if I'm witchu or not
I be at my worst behavior
Tellem don't tempt me
I ain't slowing down
Less my tank is on empty
Chillin with the thotties
On the daily they be missing me
How I graduate and do all this
Is just a mystery
Catch me in yo crib
I'm prolly somewhere where the kitchen be
Say you gotta problem
Then do nothing ain't convincing me
If you talking figuratively
I do it literally
Say you do it bigger than me
Boy you just an infant to me
Ha ha ha
Throwing parties
Finna get the clout
Trying sum new
I'm turning up to see what this about
Next day step pops
Found out
Knocked me out
Couple months later
My momma fed up
Then she kicked me out

Story of my life
I can't do right
Why put up a fight

Story of my life
Tryna do right
I be losing sight
I guess it's life

It used to be so cra-
It was turnt up
But moms wasn't having it
And she kicked me out