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charlie cee - my story lyrics

[intro: charlie cee]
new york started this sh+t
n+ggas ain’t take it from us
it’s n+ggas that just ain’t get heard yet
eastside, charlie cee

[verse 1: charlie cee]
talk behind my back, when you see me n+gga speak up
when i give em dap, heart beating when i creep up
all these n+ggas followers, i’m a f+cking leader
and them n+ggas ain’t riding out, they some cheerleaders
all these n+ggas say they’re shooters, but they never caught a peter
gotta keep a woo hunnid, cuz you know i’m woozy keeper
jail rooms, on the island, i had my feet up
when these n+ggas go to jail they gettin extorted and beat up (p+ssy)
clowns don’t wanna see us, man they really wanna be us
money, b+tches, fame you feel the pain through the speakers (m.b.f)
i was in the cut, i was sitting on the bleachers
see me off the rip, now everybody want a feature
got a small circle, but we barely see each other
cause we all on the grind, call when we need each other (eastside)
don’t gotta second guess them cause those my brothers
man we come from the gutter, free my lil brother gutta (gang)

[chorus: josh sings]
i was raised in the hood we don’t make it out the block
we ain’t worried about the opps, we just tryna duck the cops
cuz sh+t is getting real on my block
every day a n+gga get shot, lord help me
i was raised in the hood we don’t make it out the block
we ain’t worried about the opps, we just tryna duck the cops
cuz sh+t is getting real on my block
every day a n+gga get shot, lord help me
[verse 2: charlie cee]
when it come to family, we’ll die for another
shed tears, argue, fight we even cry for another
only f+ck with the scammers, robbers and gun busters
drug dealers is cool, really they don’t trust us
cuz they know that we f+cked up, them n+ggas, they all come+ups (got ‘em)
bunch of d+cksuckers, too much confidence
get money stay fly, that’s that harlem sh+t
y’all need to jump off chicago d+ck, n+ggas get shot every day
i’m tryna stay out the way, n+ggas forcing my hand
everybody demand, n+ggas don’t know their place
till they get a hot one, oh you saw their face
i thank god every day that i beat my case

[outro: josh sings]
all these n+ggas dying, got all the mother’s crying
lord, can you help me? lord, can you help me?

- charlie cee lyrics

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