Story Bout My Life (feat. Loz)
The men that you want
Don't want what it is you think they want
They don't care about your house
Your car
Your PHD
Or any of that stuff
What matters to men is
Your fitness
Your friendliness
Your cooperation
Your submission
And if you don't have those things
It does not matter what you say
TGC
Yo
Yeah
IOGB
Listen
On your radio
On your stereo
Are you ready though?
Uh uh listen
Yo yo yo yeah
Kids of today tell me how you feel?
Hungry today's how my stomach feels
But I still knew what was fake and knew what was real
They hate on me just coz I'm black like Emmet Till
Still all my people don't know that image kills
Some man are bored and do anything for the thrill
Spending all your money you're just wasting your Moolah
Don't forget to stack and save up for your future
Agh
I think that you should keep it cool just like a cooler
Now I'm here I gotta school ya
Like a teacher I could tutor
Chocolate brown that's my skin tone
And the chick's bad
And she's got me on her ringtone
I was so broke walked home now my shit glows
Diamonds dancing like a high school disco
Now she's quick to back off the thong like Sisqo
You'd think I came in like Santa with all these gifts bro
You know that I'm real if you look me in my eyes
Always be honest I ain't even gotta lie
I look you in your eyes
When I'm gripping on your thighs
You know I got flavour
And I could add a little spice
All my family didn't have much all they knew is just be tight
I'm just spitting on the beat and the story's bout my life
Mum put me in Gap way before I saw Nike
Singing round in plaits like I'm Bow Wow
Old school I got da pants down and the Timbs out
Back then they were saying suns out guns out
Right now I'm only out if I'm making money
Argh
Singing round in plaits like I'm Bow Wow
Old school I got da pants down and the Timbs out
Back then they were saying suns out guns out
Right now I'm only out if I'm making money
Argh
I hear man talk tough but they ain't on crud
I hear man talk good but they don't move good
I was down on my look so I hustled and jugged
I sold everything but now it's just bud
You would of thought that I was selling tings in da hood
I made good profits off broccoli not Buj
Buds got me Hazey
Don't hate me I'm wavey
Because the roadside pays me
Back then I was silly never watched my salary
Back then I was having crushes on my calories
Now I'm changing all the way to get the best of me
I'm in videoshoots and I'm wearing my accessories
Remember Stephanie
Yeah she was made up ya see
I got my Mrs if I don't say she'll get onto me
Knock me like I'm Anthony
Dressed like the baddest B
Gal what you want from me
Up in my fantasy
You know that I'm real if you look me in my eyes
Always be honest I ain't even gotta lie
I look you in your eyes
When I'm gripping on your thighs
You know I got flavour
And I could add a little spice
All my family didn't have much all they knew is just be tight
I'm just spitting on the beat and the story's bout my life
Mum put me in Gap way before I saw Nike
Yo
The Game Changer
Big boy shit
Uh
Yeah
On your radio
On your stereo
Uh
Come on
Don't want what it is you think they want
They don't care about your house
Your car
Your PHD
Or any of that stuff
What matters to men is
Your fitness
Your friendliness
Your cooperation
Your submission
And if you don't have those things
It does not matter what you say
TGC
Yo
Yeah
IOGB
Listen
On your radio
On your stereo
Are you ready though?
Uh uh listen
Yo yo yo yeah
Kids of today tell me how you feel?
Hungry today's how my stomach feels
But I still knew what was fake and knew what was real
They hate on me just coz I'm black like Emmet Till
Still all my people don't know that image kills
Some man are bored and do anything for the thrill
Spending all your money you're just wasting your Moolah
Don't forget to stack and save up for your future
Agh
I think that you should keep it cool just like a cooler
Now I'm here I gotta school ya
Like a teacher I could tutor
Chocolate brown that's my skin tone
And the chick's bad
And she's got me on her ringtone
I was so broke walked home now my shit glows
Diamonds dancing like a high school disco
Now she's quick to back off the thong like Sisqo
You'd think I came in like Santa with all these gifts bro
You know that I'm real if you look me in my eyes
Always be honest I ain't even gotta lie
I look you in your eyes
When I'm gripping on your thighs
You know I got flavour
And I could add a little spice
All my family didn't have much all they knew is just be tight
I'm just spitting on the beat and the story's bout my life
Mum put me in Gap way before I saw Nike
Singing round in plaits like I'm Bow Wow
Old school I got da pants down and the Timbs out
Back then they were saying suns out guns out
Right now I'm only out if I'm making money
Argh
Singing round in plaits like I'm Bow Wow
Old school I got da pants down and the Timbs out
Back then they were saying suns out guns out
Right now I'm only out if I'm making money
Argh
I hear man talk tough but they ain't on crud
I hear man talk good but they don't move good
I was down on my look so I hustled and jugged
I sold everything but now it's just bud
You would of thought that I was selling tings in da hood
I made good profits off broccoli not Buj
Buds got me Hazey
Don't hate me I'm wavey
Because the roadside pays me
Back then I was silly never watched my salary
Back then I was having crushes on my calories
Now I'm changing all the way to get the best of me
I'm in videoshoots and I'm wearing my accessories
Remember Stephanie
Yeah she was made up ya see
I got my Mrs if I don't say she'll get onto me
Knock me like I'm Anthony
Dressed like the baddest B
Gal what you want from me
Up in my fantasy
You know that I'm real if you look me in my eyes
Always be honest I ain't even gotta lie
I look you in your eyes
When I'm gripping on your thighs
You know I got flavour
And I could add a little spice
All my family didn't have much all they knew is just be tight
I'm just spitting on the beat and the story's bout my life
Mum put me in Gap way before I saw Nike
Yo
The Game Changer
Big boy shit
Uh
Yeah
On your radio
On your stereo
Uh
Come on
Credits
Writer(s): Jemal Mignott
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