Devin The Dude - Stories lyrics

[Verse 1: Berner] It ain't easy to get a piece of mind lately Bunch of grown a** men, little crybabies They wanna live like me, with their hands out But ain't sh** free I started with a half ounce I worked miracles with that bag I seen k**ers turn snitch, when sh** go bad I don't wanna make my little girl miss her dad So much work in the car I hadn't pissed my pants We was right in Wyoming, about to pa** Cheyenne Two unmarked cars on our a** sh**'s crazy, real d-boy stories I remember being broke, we don't live past 40 these days [Verse 2:B-Real] Since we tell stories true homie On some sh** you never knew homie Momma was a trap star South bay flipping bricks from fast cars You see it in my genetics From me to go out and get it Being broke is pathetic In the hole with no credit That don't forget it so that i never go back Scared of the dark im stacking these packs Keep them as its elevated On the lemonade and key lime sub line Still so f**ing faded Almost forgot the last 3 lines [Verse 3: Devin the Dude]