My Story Lyrics

Featuring: 2 Chainz

[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 eh-eh-eh-eh-eh
And I'm stickin' to it [x8]

[Verse 1: R. Kelly]
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 n*ggas talking money
I got more digits in my gate code
She make a pole disappear like hocus pocus
You ain't never gon' find another n*gga this focused
I got every block, every street, corners sold up
Whatever club represent my city, throw it up
I own the game, coach slash player shown up
Okay, haters throw fitted never showed up

[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 eh-eh-eh-eh-eh
And I'm stickin' to it [x8]

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Velcro, I'm sticking to it
Hatin', I've been a victim to it
Your conversation is sanitation,
Ain't no hesitatin' when I finna do it
I stick it in (uh)
Switch it up and try to hit a friend (uh)
Live it up and count my dividends, roll, like cinnamon
Woah, big face Benjamin's as she looked at me
Like you ain't nothin' but a star
I looked at her like this ain't nothin' but a car
If you ride with them you ain't going that far
But if you ride with me
Crib so big we can play hide-and-seek
You can confide to me
Ride me like I ride the beat
Pilot seat, I need a co-pilot
Kiss a ass in both mouths
Them talking both lips
What you know about boat trips?
Drop her ass at the Chocolate Factory (yeah)
We did them 12 Play's (yeah)
And you know who you is girl
We been f*ckin' since the 12th grade, goddamn

[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 eh-eh-eh-eh-eh
And I'm stickin' to it [x8]

[Verse 3: R. Kelly]
Pull up to the club at about three
I'm killin' 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, "Motherf*ck the world!"

[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 eh-eh-eh-eh-eh
And I'm stickin' to it [x8]