R. Kelly — My Story Remix

[Hook: R. Kelly] This is my story, yeah, I’m from that Chi-town dirt I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts This is my story – money, cars, bad hoes This is my story-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y And I’m, stickin’, to it (x8) [Verse: R. Kelly] Kells where you been? In the kitchen, cookin bricks Yea I know the haters missed me so I’m back up in this bitch And I’m laughin all the way to the bank (ah ah ah ah) Got yo chick all on my dick like (ah ah ah ah) My story ain’t changed homie At the date homie I do this shit for the Chi homie And I love a bad bitch that’ll wind for me Get up in that pussy, make it cry for me What do yall know about walking the streets? Going 4 or 5 days without nothing to eat To the foreign Ferraris, reclining the seats To the top of thе world where the living is sweet God damn, call mе Mr. 12Play Fuck you 12 hunned ways Realest nigga to the grave [Hook: R. Kelly] This is my story, yeah, I’m from that Chi-town dirt I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts This is my story – money, cars, bad hoes This is my story-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y And I’m, stickin’, to it (x8) [Verse: Too $hort] When I first came in the game They said I couldn’t rap I would never sell records with a mouth like that But year after year I got them platinum plaques The first rapper of the bay stackin racks on racks Now aks yo favorite rapper how he feels about Too $hort I’ve been balling so long I need my own hood court Got 2 songs with Pac, 3 songs with BIG 4 songs with Jay-Z, Pimp C and Tip Aks the ATL If I did these things I helped pioneer the scene and bought that Cali green That’s my story, I’m sticking to it I’d never switch And it wouldn’t be me if I didn’t say “bitch!” [Hook: R. Kelly] This is my story, yeah, I’m from that Chi-town dirt I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts This is my story – money, cars, bad hoes This is my story-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y And I’m, stickin’, to it (x8) [Verse: Nipsey Hussle] Yea, nah I can tell you bout No elevators, what the stairs is bout No scared money, took the fearless route Them 10 thousand dollars that yo years is bout Still proud what I look at in the mirror bro 16, couple things, tryna mail em south Wishin on a star, what the man’s about Catches them cases and bailing out And most of these niggas took the failure route I had the nerve to believe in this world of doubt The nerve to achieve, I prepared myself When niggas plant seeds and they rarely sprout And niggas had dreams what they really bout The process nigga, rather chill on the couch I was going hard on the measly slouts I been payin dues, this is clearly clout World on my shoulder, I can curl yo house I done everything and I still got out And what I went through, niggas woulda killed theyself And when it don’t cross mind I reveal myself Blood, sweat & tears what I spilled myself Well fuck you nigga cuz I feel myself Don’t co-sign, I was real myself You gotta put me with niggas that done build theyself Hussle [Hook: R. Kelly] This is my story, yeah, I’m from that Chi-town dirt I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts This is my story – money, cars, bad hoes This is my story-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y And I’m, stickin’, to it (x8)