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my story pt.2 - mike dimes lyrics

[verse]
they said, “them n*ggas ain’t gon’ f*ck with you until you got a mill'”
that sh*t is real, i’m doin’ this without a deal
i’m done with all that trap rap, got somethin’ they can feel
if we ain’t grow together you can’t hop in these four wheels
i started hangin’ with n*ggas that kept sayin’ that they got me
they said that sh*t so much i should’ve known that they was plottin’
too buys tellin’ them the plan, i didn’t see them watchin’
every time i turned around, i swear to god, they coulda shot me
have you ever hit the scene with your dreams and your backpack?
all on snapchat, showin’ n*ggas that you got that
gotta keep a strap ’cause everybody wanna sn*tch that
never keep a stack ’cause everybody gonna want that
my lightskin a bad b*tch, darkskin a savage
never care about hoes because i already had it
brother from the met’ but his lil’ homies came from dallas
i been established, my ballin’ ways became a habit
my biggest hater was my homie, n*gga
so i don’t trust the world for sh*t, you gotta show me, n*gga
don’t vouch for me because i do this by my lonely, n*gga
breadwinner, all by myself
twenty n*ggas had left me, i guess it was for the best
i’m focused, n*gga, bugatti dreams up in a hatchback
quick to turn a fit into a snapback
now that i been eatin’ everybody tryna clap back
i double*tap his b*tch, pics after that, double*tap that
i been runnin’ game for a minute, there ain’t no stoppin’ me
i knew i was destined to profit, turned to a prophecy
wastin’ money shoppin’, i hope that my family proud of me
’cause i been gettin’ pages to talk ’bout the sh*t that i done seen
pullin’ out my d*ck, p*ssin’ on these lil’ rap n*ggas
why they gassin’ n*ggas who can’t even f*ckin’ rap, n*gga?
talkin’ ’bout the strap, boy, just stick to the trap, boy
this sh*t ain’t for everybody, put down that lil’ act, boy
now they listenin’, trap story, cousin whipped the brick
yeah, i talk about it ’cause it happened, ain’t no cap in it
family to some felons, ain’t business i should be tellin’
but listenin’ to these rappers annoyin’, so i been stressin’
i been gettin’ so paid so an image ain’t what i’m pressin’
but i should be in high positions than what y’all tellin’
but don’t get it confused ’cause my music be really sellin’
them n*ggas bought them views, man, they music not that impressive
partner told me, “get him,” so i got him, couldn’t do it without him
i seen so many n*ggas who hated watchin’ my outcome
i seen so many n*ggas who hated playin’ my album
topic of the story, the middle got me like malcolm
music like a trap, n*gga, mix it up and serve it off
music like a furnace, when i’m hot, the bars could set you off
music like the haters, when i drop this, on the topic blog
but music like a crook ’cause when i blow, i’m gonna take it all
i’m gritty, n*gga, got it out the mud, i’m on some hungry sh*t
cut ’em off, leechin’ off your partner ain’t some funny sh*t
money ain’t the motive, then i’m one to hang the phone up quick
same n*ggas in my videos the one that i been rockin’ with
promise, n*gga, i ain’t ever change on the grain
i cut some off because we ain’t the same
some n*ggas i’m around might be around for the fame
but other n*ggas hungry just like me, so who to blame?
[outro]
this my story
n*gga, this my story

- mike dimes lyrics

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