The Story

Little story
Hold up, little story
Hold up, little story
Hold up, little story
Hold up, hold up, hold up

99 could've been seven or nine
But I still got these thoughts
That's so sublime up in my mind
I was listening to Grandmaster Flash
Then I heard the message
The fetish got aggressive
Been obsessive and impressive
My expressions and impressions
Will fuck up your digestion
Them lessons from the heavens
Turned my blessings into weapons
Them sessions I was seven
Against some felons, never threatened
You'll know in a couple seconds
Adolescent was born a legend
No further questions, my direction
Was at the intersection
Of progression to perfection
There was traffic on depression
I bypassed all professions
Traded in my imperfections
For a first class section
The top with no connections
Or layovers, sleepovers
Sober hangovers
You mention the takeover
No it ain't leftovers
Been given the cold shoulder
My minutes won't roll over
My bars like bulldozers
Fire, let's call it solar

Hold up, let me tell you
A little story about me
Hold up, let me tell you
A little story about this shit
Hold up, let me tell you
A little story
Tell you a little story
Let me tell you a little story

It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
(Keep from going under)
Yeah, yeah
It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
(Keep from going under)

Now understand
I'm under oath with the upper hand
Can't underline
Because over time with overtime
This paradigm are the stairs I overclimb
Can't oversleep
Because overnight we're understaffed
The overcast
The upper class, my undergrads
Y'all over the counter
I'm out the door
By the overpass
Telling my daughter
I love her through the plexiglass
Now I'm about to smash
Modern jazz at Alcatraz
Made a whole rap album
I didn't mention traps
Told the whole world to dream
And trust your handicaps
They talk about the story
They going to have a relapse
Because you already know what happens when I hop on any track
(Yeah, yeah)

Hold up, let me tell you
A little story about me
Hold up, let me tell you
A little story about this shit
Hold up, let me tell you
A little story
Tell you a little story
Let me tell you a little story

A child is born
With no state of mind
Can't walk through the park
It's crazy after dark (Dark)
My hands on my gun
They got me on the run
It was rats in the front room
Roaches in the back (Back)

Everybody got a story
It's two sides to every fiction
Everybody wants the glory
But get to switching on bad predictions
This right here my territory
You are out your jurisdiction
Awesome sauce my category
You will not fit in my description

Don't push me
Because I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Bitch!



Credits
Writer(s): Demitrius Stines
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