| When you up they answer quick | |
| When you down they got a broken phone | |
| Some *****t you just can't forget | |
| When you comin' from a broken home | |
| With one mom, no dad, two sisters goin' through it | |
| Smile on, pretend you good, but you really hurt and no one knew it | |
| School, class, I knew it was somethin' that wouldn't last | |
| Cause I didn't need a lecture to pass | |
| And me making beats would never require math | |
| I knew what I wanted before I had it | |
| But I always had it, I was an addict | |
| And this room is feelin' just like an attic | |
| Making ten beats a day and goin' at it | |
| When my ex-girl tellin' me she missed her cycle | |
| Feelin' like I got shot with a pistol, rifle | |
| Gauge, wi*****n' we was on the same page | |
| But she don't understand I wanna be like Michael | |
| But not up on the ho *****t, yeah I used to be up on the ho *****t | |
| Til I realized I wasn't tall enough | |
| And then I Jump Maned to the music | |
| Got with a couple *****s I was cool with, T-dub tryin' to make a movement | |
| Had the same drive, same passion | |
| I never thought that we would ever lose it | |
| And we could never get back, right? | |
| What was done in the dark did hit that light | |
| Tears in your eyes, can't forget that night | |
| Then you stabbed me in the back, I wish I'd hit that knife | |
| But it didn't stop me though | |
| Hollered at my uncle Rodney though | |
| He said that he been through the same *****t | |
| And the real ties you make could not be broke | |
| So I went back to my place and I logged into Myspace | |
| Heard a couple beats from a ***** from New Orleans | |
| I'm thinkin' to myself, man this guy's grea | |
| Then we built a brand, right from home | |
| Moved to the A, joined the zone | |
| Learned a lot, moved alone, next thing I knew I was back at home | |
| Now I gotta focus on me, cause *****t got a little bit *****fty | |
| Bills got a little too deep, I'm on iChat hollerin' at Ricky | |
| While he's sittin' in sessions with Keys | |
| Tellin' me that I could be the next thing | |
| Tellin' me that he believed in my dreams | |
| It's all a matter of time and definitely | |
| Keep working, Hit you gon' get to the start-up | |
| Next thing I know it's Christmas in Harlem | |
| Right after that I'm workin' in a palace | |
| Overseas suites, they wonderin' like Alice | |
| Goddamn I was just at home, | |
| now I'm number three on the throne | |
| I got so many emotions, that I had to make it into a song | |
| Man this is what you're gettin' after | |
| Read the index, skip a chapter | |
| Either way you're gonna see me gettin' glory | |
| I wanna welcome y'all to HITstory |
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