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Poodie Humble - My Story (feat. Shawtyredd) Lyrics



Poodie Humble - My Story (feat. Shawtyredd) Lyrics
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I got a story to tell and it's my real life
I had to get it on my own I had to earn stripes
I sat in that cell and thought about my whole life
I had to make away you know I had to make it right
I got a story to tell and it's my real life
I had to get it on my own I had to earn stripes
I sat in that cell and thought about my whole life
I had to make away you know I had to make it right
I sat in that cell and thought about my whole life
I was thugging wrong I had to make it right
I made some bad decisions but I had to earn stripes
I robbed the wrong niggas I had to take a life
My thuggish ways had me lonely on some cold nights
Sipping promethazine drizzled over cold ice
Back in the booth taking over these missions
Hoping a nigga don't caught me slipping
Glock forty thirty round extension I aim it at you just know I ain't missing
You niggas be talking that shit from a distance
Acting like bitches I aim with precision
You ducking and dodging you know I ain't missing
You ducking and dodging you know I ain't missing
I got a story to tell and it's my real life
I had to get it on my own I had to earn stripes
I sat in that cell and thought about my whole life
I had to make away you know I had to make it right
I got a story to tell and it's my real life
I had to get it on my own I had to earn stripes
I sat in that cell and thought about my whole life
I had to make away you know I had to make it right
This the story of my life a young solid killer
Watching out for the jakes while gripping my pistol
In these lil rock streets niggas a come and get you
I caught a charge at 17 and had to go to prison
Spent fourteen years of my life staring at a ceiling
Turned on the news just to see a whole lot of killing
I'm smoking white runts
I'm laid back and reminiscing of them day me three and freq hit the kitchen
Whipping up them chickens
We hit the club just to see who pulled the bad bitches
In the drop top Audi with the roof missing
I got a story and a beef for niggas sneak dissing
I got a story to tell and it's my real life
I had to get it on my own I had to earn stripes
I sat in that cell and thought about my whole life
I had to make away you know I had to make it right
I got a story to tell and it's my real life
I had to get it on my own I had to earn stripes
I sat in that cell and thought about my whole life
I had to make away you know I had to make it right
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I got a story to tell and it's my real life
I had to get it on my own I had to earn stripes
I sat in that cell and thought about my whole life
I had to make away you know I had to make it right
I got a story to tell and it's my real life
I had to get it on my own I had to earn stripes
I sat in that cell and thought about my whole life
I had to make away you know I had to make it right
I sat in that cell and thought about my whole life
I was thugging wrong I had to make it right
I made some bad decisions but I had to earn stripes
I robbed the wrong niggas I had to take a life
My thuggish ways had me lonely on some cold nights
Sipping promethazine drizzled over cold ice
Back in the booth taking over these missions
Hoping a nigga don't caught me slipping
Glock forty thirty round extension I aim it at you just know I ain't missing
You niggas be talking that shit from a distance
Acting like bitches I aim with precision
You ducking and dodging you know I ain't missing
You ducking and dodging you know I ain't missing
I got a story to tell and it's my real life
I had to get it on my own I had to earn stripes
I sat in that cell and thought about my whole life
I had to make away you know I had to make it right
I got a story to tell and it's my real life
I had to get it on my own I had to earn stripes
I sat in that cell and thought about my whole life
I had to make away you know I had to make it right
This the story of my life a young solid killer
Watching out for the jakes while gripping my pistol
In these lil rock streets niggas a come and get you
I caught a charge at 17 and had to go to prison
Spent fourteen years of my life staring at a ceiling
Turned on the news just to see a whole lot of killing
I'm smoking white runts
I'm laid back and reminiscing of them day me three and freq hit the kitchen
Whipping up them chickens
We hit the club just to see who pulled the bad bitches
In the drop top Audi with the roof missing
I got a story and a beef for niggas sneak dissing
I got a story to tell and it's my real life
I had to get it on my own I had to earn stripes
I sat in that cell and thought about my whole life
I had to make away you know I had to make it right
I got a story to tell and it's my real life
I had to get it on my own I had to earn stripes
I sat in that cell and thought about my whole life
I had to make away you know I had to make it right
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Writer: Maurice Mackey, Terick Ameyee
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