R. Kelly — My Story Solo Version

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 And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it It's my story, I'm sticking to it Drama, man, I've been through it I'm turned on by this shit Life's a bitch and I'ma put my dick into it They wrote me off, counted me out Now I make so much they can't count it out Got your bitch so wet, I'm drowning out New spilt milk, I'm making cream The worlds a court, I own the team And I cross these haters over, made them pull a hamstring Yeah, I do big things, write big checks, good weed, great sex Black panties is on deck Constipated, it ain't out yet Twenty years What's that, like five careers? I'm just a happy headed nigga from the Chi I ain't even supposed to be here 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 And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it Came from humble beginnings Now I'm cocky with my spending They say "life is just a game" And I thank God that I'm winning Models roll my indo I beat the pussy, Django Them niggas talking money, I got more digits in my gate code She make a pole disappear like hocus pocus You're ain't never gonna find another nigga this focused I got every block, every street corners sold up Whatever club represent my city, throw it up I own the game, coach last player shown up Okay, haters throw fitted, never showed up, yeah 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 And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it Pull up to the club at about three I'm killing it, guilty no plea I'm leaving out at 6 with a dime piece By 9 o'clock we on round three I speak of rain, they say I'm crazy like they didn't know See, I'm not crazy but my talent, man, got bipolar Say she's a church girl but man she's blowing holy smokes Showed her the Jesus piece, now she got the Holy Ghost They asked them in a interview, "why do he love these girls?" The only thing he had to say was, "mother fuck the world" 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 And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it And I'm sticking to it