R. Kelly - My Story (promo only clean edit) lyrics

This is my story Yeah, I'm from that Trap-town dirt I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts This is my story Money, cars, bad hoes This is my story And I'm sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it Came from humble beginnings Now I'm co*ky with my spending They say “life is just a game" And I thank God that I'm winning Models roll my indo I beat the p**y, Django Them n***as talking money I got more digits in my GEICO She make a pole disappear like hokus pokus You're ain't never gon' find another n***a this focus I got every block, every street corners sold up Whatever club represent my city, throwed up I own the game, coach slash player shown up Okay, haters throw fitted never showed up This is my story Yeah, I'm from that Trap-town dirt I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts This is my story Money, cars, bad hoes This is my story And I'm sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it Velcro, I'm sticking to it Hating, I've been a victim to it Your conversation is sanitation Ain't no hesitation when I finna do it I stick it in, switch it up and try to hit a friend Live it up and count my dividends Roll, like cinnamon Woah, big face Benjamin's as she looked at me Like yeen nothin but a star I looked at her like this ain't nothin but a car If you ride with them you ain't going that far But if you ride with me, crib so big we can play hide-and-seek You can confide to me, ride me like I ride the beat Pilot seat, I need a co-pilot Kiss a a** in both mouth's Them talking both lips, what you know ‘bout boat trips? Drop her a** at the chocolate factory Yeah, we did them 12 play's And you know who you is girl We been f**ing since the 12th grade, goddamn This is my story Yeah, I'm from that Trap-town dirt I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts This is my story Money, cars, bad hoes This is my story And I'm sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it Pull up to the club at about 3 I'm k**ing it, guilty no plea I'm leaving out at 6 with a dime piece By 9 O'Clock, we on round three I speak of rain, they say I'm crazy like they didn't know See I'm not crazy but my talent, man, got bipolar Say she's a church girl but man she's blowing holy smokes Showed her the Jesus piece now she got the holy ghost They asked them in a interview, “why do he love these girls?" They only thing he had to say was, "motherf** the world!” This is my story Yeah, I'm from that Trap-town dirt I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts This is my story Money, cars, bad hoes This is my story And I'm sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it