Story Time

[Chorus]
I'ma have tell y'all a lil' story 'bout how a muhfucka' make the beat go up
I'ma have tell y'all a lil' story 'bout how a muhfucka' make the beat go up
I'ma have tell y'all a lil' story 'bout how a muhfucka' make the beat go up
I'ma have tell y'all a lil' story 'bout how a muhfucka' make the beat go up

[Verse 1]
Once upon a time, I was kidnapped
Mommy just wanna get her kid back
I was out somewhere in Brooklyn
Wonder why my daddy ever did that
Anyway, that wasn't the first time
Been a G.O.A.T., you can check my birth sign
Been found myself on the New York streets alone
Spare your soul 'cause it never hurt minе
Momma sick bad, nerves hurt spine
Need to gеt rich, stop her cryin'
Grandma and grandpa held down the kid
Now for grandma and momma, it's there time
Belmont racetrack, fair time
Niggas get stabbed jumpin' fair lines
Shots ring out in the night time
Check the morning news, cool, they're fine
Niggas gettin' jumped on the Ave now
Baby momma yellin', she mad now
Son hit her then the brother hit him
Got his brain leakin', lawsuit made him cash cow
All my old fits shit, used to cash out
Vim and cookies, yeah, the fast route
I need my mango with some hot sauce
Take a belt off the rack, do the dash now

[Chorus]
I'ma have tell y'all a lil' story 'bout how a muhfucka' make the beat go up
I'ma have tell y'all a lil' story 'bout how a muhfucka' make the beat go up
I'ma have tell y'all a lil' story 'bout how a muhfucka' make the beat go up
I'ma have tell y'all a lil' story 'bout how a muhfucka' make the beat go up

[Verse 2]
Now look at Long Island, they think that it's beautiful
They do not know all the things it'll do to you
You think it's all just Great Gatsby, just ask me
I'll show you some hoods that get brutal too, actually
Might look like the suburbs, my hood still the gutter
Got crackfiends and shootouts & goons who rape mothers
Owe the wrong nigga, you won't get your ass kicked
You'll be in a tub probably drowning in acid
The hookers love meth out by Shirley & Mastic
I don't go that far east, nah, Bay Shore, won't pass it
My hood's Exit 40 so honk when you pass, kid
I hope I don't see no more friends in a casket
I just beat a case like some eggs in a basket
My smile from ear to ear, you cannot mask it
Some nigga girlfriend just sent me a pic like
“40, you think that my ass big?”
I don't got an answer for you shawty
Your texts is annoying, I'm recording
If you wanna buss it for a real nigga
You can come over in the morning
You can't come over in the evening
My brothers and my puppy prolly sleeping
I think that my ex might like me again
But by next week, again, she’ll be leaving

[Chorus]
I'ma have tell y'all a lil' story 'bout how a muhfucka' make the beat go up
I'ma have tell y'all a lil' story 'bout how a muhfucka' make the beat go up
I'ma have tell y'all a lil' story 'bout how a muhfucka' make the beat go up
I'ma have tell y'all a lil' story 'bout how a muhfucka' make the beat go up