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quoia - that's how the story goes lyrics

[intro]
i guess we’re not the same anymore
i guess we’re not the same, same, same
i guess we’re not the same anymore
guess we’re not the same, same

[verse 1]
i’m tired of this poverty
like please let it be my time, it gotta be (oh why?)
why these n+ggas all over me? (oh why?)
like i cannot trust none of y’all, please just lеt me breathe (oh why?)
n0body gеt close to me, ’cause i done been did [?] sh+t that i done seen (no)
and that’s how it’s ‘posed to be
can’t spend my time on sh+t that ain’t gettin’ me green

[chorus]
but ion e’en care no more
i’ll do this sh+t for sequoia with the chipped tooth
walking down the hall, they ain’t know she was poor
me and rod used to share shoes
yeah, my friends though i had it but really i was sleeping on the floor
mama was a stand up citizen but daddy try to make it by trappin’ and kickin’ them doors
that’s just how the story goes

[verse 2]
i’ll do this sh+t for my lil’ bro, let him know he can be anything he wanna (you got it)
i’ll do this sh+t for my lil’ sis’, let her know she beautiful, girl you look just like me (you got it)
if i ever wronged then i wasn’t taught right, can you please forgive me? (sorry)
i try to right my wrongs, i try to take accountability (sorry, sorry)
i had to break my family curses, now a young n+gga writin’ these verses
still gotta hang sheets for curtains
some days i don’t feel i deserve it
why the good ones get it the worst?
and some sh+t i ain’t talked about, i’m hurting
but i guess life ain’t ‘posed to be perfect
and that’s how the story goes
and that’s how the story goes
’round and ’round we go (’round and ’round)
the way that i been spittin’ sh+t i had to go pro (’round and ’round)
now i’m ’bout to make it up to superstar mode (’round and ’round)
feel like i’ve seen this before
how many times my heart been broke? (how many?)
how many times i been told no? (how many?)
that sh+t ain’t stopping me though
n+ggas be trying to kick it, tell them to stay on they grind like ripstik
mama ain’t raise no ho, can’t kiss and tell, ain’t felt this lipstick
i used to scr+pe the bottom of the peanut b+tter can just to taste some a lil’ bit
now n+ggas call me b+tter pecan [?] the phone on a lil’ bit
i know this n+gga not tryna play with me like my daddy didn’t wan’ drill sh+t
i’m busy focused on the bigger picture, he wanna argue over lil’ sh+t
i remember times when i used to cry ’cause my parents them couldn’t afford it
now i’m penthouse, top floor, rapping, tryna make my way on the forbes list
[chorus]
but ion e’en care no more
i’ll do this sh+t for sequoia with the chipped tooth
walking down the hall, they ain’t know she was poor
me and rod used to share shoes
yeah, my friends though i had it but really i was sleeping on the floor
mama was a stand up citizen but daddy try to make it by trappin’ and kickin’ them doors
and this just how the story goes

[outro]
that’s just how the story goes
and that’s how the story goes
ion e’en care no more
that’s just how the story goes
daddy was trappin’ and kickin’ them doors
and this is how the story goes (this is how the story goes)
mm+mhm, mhm
mm+mhm
mm+mhm

- quoia lyrics

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