[Verse 1: Stori]
Remembering when I was a little girl
Performing in my living room like it was in front of the world
Thinking about the time I was 6 years old begging my mom
To let me sing on the stage, karaoke restaurant!
And she let me do it too
That was a taste of what my life was gonna add up to
I kept at it, got some lessons, got big headed
That deal never came and my big head got deflated
I got acquainted with that humble pie and ate it
As time went on I perfected my craft
As time went on I started noticing people would laugh
Aren't you that girl who had the fire? Here you need some pants?
Get out my face with that charity sh**, I don't deal well with that
I didn't let it stop me cause failure was not an option
Failure was for the people who said I'd never make it outta here
So how's it feel
To know I traded walking in my graduation
For red carpets and acceptance speeches, uh?
[Hook] (x2)
Everybody has a stori
Everybody has a stori
Everybody has a stori
Everybody has they own stori
[Verse 2: Stori]
Dear everyone who ever doubted that I would
Amount To more than I'm about
And you can bet everything on it that I'm gonna gun it
And I'm gonna wild the f** out like
I found out I just had a hour to live
You know I'm fulfilling the rest of my list
Get it all done 'fore gravity fails us
And we float into the abyss
But I'mma keep coming and coming and coming
Cause I'm a tornado that's nowhere near done
And I can attest it cause I know the rest is unparalleled to everything you been offering
And know that I'd rather be crazy than boring
I'd rather be broke than have to be whoring
I'd rather have everyone know me for being a rapper
Than hear someone else's story
Remember the time I decided to shine
And sang on a dare in front of the mall?
Only to find they wanted my money, it was a scam, no love at all
That was the first of many disappointments in the industry
My journey's been a long one and the memories are fond to me
Even when I think about all the promises that are owed to me
I can't even find a f** to give and no I wouldn't change a thing
It's a funny thing, how this money thing, can make you feel a certain way
I know it's troubling
[Hook] (x2)
[Verse 3: Stori]
Movin' along, song after song, people around me starting to think that I'm delusional
The ones who knew what it was saw that I was gonna get it all
Now every time they seem me They yellin' out "Hey! They're goes the Trill Queen!!"
Thinkin' 'bout where I'm goin' n where I been
Been a long long time, long time comin'
And every now and then I think about the time when
I used to use my 4track thinkin' I was the sh**
Working the coat check at the palm slippin' my CD to anyone that mattered or anyone that'll have it
I just knew when they heard me it be a wrap
And if they saw what I was workin' with it even be more over than that!
It's not like I woke up and said "Pa** me the mic I wanna rap"
Cause what's lamer than that?
How you gonna be mad, off the fact that I can
You just pissed off that I found something that I love that pays out the f**in' a**
[Hook] (x2)