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b o b - my story lyrics

dis motha f-cka on?… okay
i think i wanna tell ya’ll a little story

[verse 1: b.o.b]
about a young boy, a very young boy,
always playing games but never had a toy.
making a’s in school? pshhh he couldn’t do it
a crazy motha f-cka yes everybody knew it
long story short that n-gg- was me, that n-gg- is b,
destined to be, a failure but i still made it out h-ll yeah.
i was stubborn could n-body tell me nothin’.
walk around smokin’ like i live in amsterdam,
middle finger to the sky like i don’t give a god d-mn.
but rebellion is just a side effect, homicidal maybe, suicidal yes!

[talking: b.o.b]
boy i tell ya n-gg-s be like why in the h-ll you so quiet n-gg- you sick?
haha h-ll yeah i’m sick n-gg- look at me! you can’t tell?
what you think is even goin with my head? i don’t even know i need got to tell me.
anyways let’s get back to the story enough of this sh-t talkin d-mn…

[verse 2: b.o.b]
my daddy from the barn and my momma from the gutta,
so i guess that makes me a country motha f-cka.
anyways in school, your boy was a huslta
i had everything on deck to get that b-tta.
but i was headed down the wrong path,
smokin weed sellin weed failin out of cl-ss.
but now it’s like f-ck what the po think i’m a let the dro stank
but i ain’t for crack ya’ll can have dat.
but on top of that i thought i got a b-tch pregnant,
for 7 d-mn months i thought she was expectin’
then i found out it wasn’t mine, but that was only half the issues off my mind.

[talking: b.o.b]
and today my parents were tellin’ 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 to be 50 thousand in debt when i graduate.
and a scholarship? what the f-ck is a scholarship?
my g.p.a started with a d-mn decimal you know what i’m sayin? but anyways… let’s go.

[verse 3: b.o.b]
back to the side of dealing with these problems,
i am back to graduate but i ain’t fittin’ to go to college.
so i gotta figure out how i’m a make some dollas
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-gg- man i spent it like that
got a couple diamonds got a couple hats and
filled up my closet with some shoes and some slacks

[talking: b.o.b]
now i am back to square one where i’m at now
rappin in this booth in a bas-m-nt of a house.
being a honest man i’m just trying to make it out.
but f-ck it man… i’m out…

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