B.O.B. - My Story lyrics

[Intro] DJ Chapman, what's happenening? Oh, yeah! (Commissioner! Terry Urban..) This motherf**er on? [Verse 1] Okay, I think I wanna tell ya'll a little story.. About a young boy, a very young boy Always playing games, but he never had a toy Making A's in school? (Psh) He couldn't do it A crazy motherf**er, yes, everybody knew it Long story short, that n***a was me That n***a is B., destined to be A failure, but I still made it out - hell yeah! I was stubborn, couldn't nobody tell me nothing Walk around smokin' like I live in Amsterdam Middle finger to the sky, like I don't give a god damn But rebellion is just a side effect Homicidal? Maybe, Suicidal? Yes [Interlude] Boy, I tell you, n***as be like: ["n***as":] "Why in the hell you so quiet, n***a, you sick?" [B.o.B:] "Haha, hell yeah I'm sick n***a look at me, you can't tell? What you think going on with my head? I don't even know, I need God to tell me." But anyway, let's get back to the story, enough of this sh** talking now [Verse 2] My daddy from the Barn, and my momma from the gutter So I guess that makes me a country motherf**er Anyway, in school, your boy was a huslter I had everything on deck to get that bu*ter But I was headed down the wrong path - smoking weed, selling weed, failing out of cla** But I was like, "f** what the 'Po think, I'm a let the [?] stain" But I ain't f** with crack, ya'll can have that But on top of that, I thought I got a b**h pregnant For 7 damn months I thought she was expecting Then I found out it wasn't mine, but that was only half the issues that was off my mind [Interlude] And then, my parents was telling me "You need to go to college, and you need to do this.." And I was like, "No sir. I'm straight on it." I ain't trying to spend 40 thousand, just to be 50 thousand in debt when I graduate And a scholarship? What the f** is a scholarship? My G.P.A started with a damn decimal, you know what I'm saying? But anyways, let's go [Verse 3] Back to the saga, I'm dealing with these problems I'm back to graduating, I ain't finna to go to college So I gotta figure out how I'm gonna make some dollars But I ain't in the streets, so I gotta slang beats Then I sold my first beat, got a couple stacks And just like a n***a, I spent it like that Got a couple diamonds, got a couple hats And filled up my closet with some shoes and some slacks Now I'm back to square one, where I'm at now Rapping in this booth, in this basement of a house Being honest man, I'm just trying to make it out But f** it man, I'm out [Outro] Yeah.. And that's this typical story of a young black male, living in Decatur, off Cantler Road But you know what, though? This just ain't your typical story, you know what I'm saying? But y'all watch out though, y'all gon' see.. Aha! I ain't really got sh** else to say, I just want to hear myself talk And I know y'all want to hear me talk, cause y'all still listening My voice sound s**y, don't it? Aha! I'm just f**ing with y'all, I'm