My Story
Ayy, look me in my eyes and try to feel my pain
Do you know how it feels to be left out in the rain
Each and every day somebody's judging me
But I ain't choose the game, dawg, the game chose me
Every day I wake up, gotta roll at least a eighth up,
Chickens came duck taped the, break em down, let's get this paper
And nobody wants to hear my story
No handouts cause they ain't this shit for me
I used to talk and nobody wanna listen
I told em my dreams and nobody seen my vision
Now they mad I hit the road and never take a with me
Yeah, I forgive you for what you did but I never forget it
I remember when you froze up, I took you on that mission
Had a clip full of bullets, everybody else's empty
Heard your baby mama wear the pants, these niggas out here simpin
You hating on the niggas with me cause you lost your position
These niggas crabs in the bucket
Ayy, fuck it, you like it then I love it
When they fell down I was these niggas crutches
Now we won't even speak, I see em out in public
Yeah, look me in my eyes and try to feel my pain
Do you know how it feels to be left out in the rain
Each and every day somebody's judging me
But I ain't choose the game, no, the game chose me
Every day I wake up, gotta roll at least a eighth
Up chickens came duck taped up, break em down, let's get this paper
And nobody wants to hear my story
No handouts cause they ain't did shit for me
Thanks for watching
Do you know how it feels to be left out in the rain
Each and every day somebody's judging me
But I ain't choose the game, dawg, the game chose me
Every day I wake up, gotta roll at least a eighth up,
Chickens came duck taped the, break em down, let's get this paper
And nobody wants to hear my story
No handouts cause they ain't this shit for me
I used to talk and nobody wanna listen
I told em my dreams and nobody seen my vision
Now they mad I hit the road and never take a with me
Yeah, I forgive you for what you did but I never forget it
I remember when you froze up, I took you on that mission
Had a clip full of bullets, everybody else's empty
Heard your baby mama wear the pants, these niggas out here simpin
You hating on the niggas with me cause you lost your position
These niggas crabs in the bucket
Ayy, fuck it, you like it then I love it
When they fell down I was these niggas crutches
Now we won't even speak, I see em out in public
Yeah, look me in my eyes and try to feel my pain
Do you know how it feels to be left out in the rain
Each and every day somebody's judging me
But I ain't choose the game, no, the game chose me
Every day I wake up, gotta roll at least a eighth
Up chickens came duck taped up, break em down, let's get this paper
And nobody wants to hear my story
No handouts cause they ain't did shit for me
Thanks for watching
Credits
Writer(s): Derrick Hardy
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