My Story Rich Homie Quan
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[Intro]
Yeah
(I'm fuckin' with Double Teezyi)
[Pre-Chorus]
I know how the bottom feel, I know how it feel to have nothin'
I got charged with a felony, but I still got a gun
I told lil' bro to lay low because he still on the run
I know what that drank done did to me, I can imagine what the pills, they done done
[Chorus]
I don't talk about my troubles (Nah)
You don't know about my struggles (Nope)
You don't know about my story (Uh-uh)
You don't know what I been through
You don't know about my pain (Turn up)
Where were you on nights when it would rain? (Huh?)
You don't know what I been through (Ayy)
You don't know what I been through
[Verse 1]
Talks are hard, ayy, probably need to go and see a therapist or somethin' (Why?)
In my mind, I been havin' terroristic thoughts (Okay)
Tryna put my mind to shit I know I care about (Like what?)
I know my daughter gettin' older, wish she stayed with me (She been real)
Yeah, put her down on game, I wish a nigga play with 'em (Okay then)
Me and my oldest son got closer, that shit way different (I love you, Devin)
Not every time, but every now and then, I stay ventin' (It's all I got)
If I ain't had that microphone, I'd probably stay in my feelings
Fuck nigga cock-blockin', now the light, stop it (Fuck)
Trap rollin', got the bitch jumpin', Hot Charlie (Ooh, ayy)
If I ever broke your heart with no intention, girl, I'm sorry (Sorry)
And I did not mean to fuck up what we had goin' (Ayy)
The type of shit I wake up thinkin' 'bout early in the mornin'
I remember passin' out my CD way before a foreign
Then Maceo had talked about this shit here on the block (Ayy, Mace)
That shit finally happened, I'm on top, nigga (Ayy)
Yeah
(I'm fuckin' with Double Teezyi)
[Pre-Chorus]
I know how the bottom feel, I know how it feel to have nothin'
I got charged with a felony, but I still got a gun
I told lil' bro to lay low because he still on the run
I know what that drank done did to me, I can imagine what the pills, they done done
[Chorus]
I don't talk about my troubles (Nah)
You don't know about my struggles (Nope)
You don't know about my story (Uh-uh)
You don't know what I been through
You don't know about my pain (Turn up)
Where were you on nights when it would rain? (Huh?)
You don't know what I been through (Ayy)
You don't know what I been through
[Verse 1]
Talks are hard, ayy, probably need to go and see a therapist or somethin' (Why?)
In my mind, I been havin' terroristic thoughts (Okay)
Tryna put my mind to shit I know I care about (Like what?)
I know my daughter gettin' older, wish she stayed with me (She been real)
Yeah, put her down on game, I wish a nigga play with 'em (Okay then)
Me and my oldest son got closer, that shit way different (I love you, Devin)
Not every time, but every now and then, I stay ventin' (It's all I got)
If I ain't had that microphone, I'd probably stay in my feelings
Fuck nigga cock-blockin', now the light, stop it (Fuck)
Trap rollin', got the bitch jumpin', Hot Charlie (Ooh, ayy)
If I ever broke your heart with no intention, girl, I'm sorry (Sorry)
And I did not mean to fuck up what we had goin' (Ayy)
The type of shit I wake up thinkin' 'bout early in the mornin'
I remember passin' out my CD way before a foreign
Then Maceo had talked about this shit here on the block (Ayy, Mace)
That shit finally happened, I'm on top, nigga (Ayy)
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