[Intro]
DJ Chapman, what's happenening? Oh, yeah!
(Commissioner! Terry Urban..)
This motherfucker on?
[Verse 1]
Okay, I think I wanna tell ya'll a little story..
About a young boy, a very young boy
Always playing games, but he never had a toy
Making A's in school? (Psh) He couldn't do it
A crazy motherfucker, yes, everybody knew it
Long story short, that nigga was me
That nigga is B., destined to be
A failure, but I still made it out - hell yeah!
I was stubborn, couldn't nobody tell me nothing
Walk around smokin' like I live in Amsterdam
Middle finger to the sky, like I don't give a god damn
But rebellion is just a side effect
Homicidal? Maybe, Suicidal? Yes
[Interlude]
Boy, I tell you, niggas be like:
["Niggas":] "Why in the hell you so quiet, nigga, you sick?"
[B.o.B:] "Haha, hell yeah I'm sick nigga look at me, you can't tell? What you think going on with my head? I don't even know, I need God to tell me."
But anyway, let's get back to the story, enough of this shit talking now
[Verse 2]
My daddy from the Barn, and my momma from the gutter
So I guess that makes me a country motherfucker
Anyway, in school, your boy was a huslter
I had everything on deck to get that butter
But I was headed down the wrong path - smoking weed, selling weed, failing out of class
But I was like, "Fuck what the 'Po think, I'm a let the [?] stain"
But I ain't fuck with crack, ya'll can have that
But on top of that, I thought I got a bitch pregnant
For 7 damn months I thought she was expecting
Then I found out it wasn't mine, but that was only half the issues that was off my mind
[Interlude]
And then, my parents was telling me "You need to go to college, and you need to do this.."
And I was like, "No sir. I'm straight on it."
I ain't trying to spend 40 thousand, just to be 50 thousand in debt when I graduate
And a scholarship? What the fuck is a scholarship?
My G.P.A started with a damn decimal, you know what I'm saying?
But anyways, let's go
[Verse 3]
Back to the saga, I'm dealing with these problems
I'm back to graduating, I ain't finna to go to college
So I gotta figure out how I'm gonna make some dollars
But I ain't in the streets, so I gotta slang beats
Then I sold my first beat, got a couple stacks
And just like a nigga, I spent it like that
Got a couple diamonds, got a couple hats
And filled up my closet with some shoes and some slacks
Now I'm back to square one, where I'm at now
Rapping in this booth, in this basement of a house
Being honest man, I'm just trying to make it out
But fuck it man, I'm out
[Outro]
Yeah.. And that's this typical story of a young black male, living in Decatur, off Cantler Road
But you know what, though? This just ain't your typical story, you know what I'm saying?
But y'all watch out though, y'all gon' see.. Aha!
I ain't really got shit else to say, I just want to hear myself talk
And I know y'all want to hear me talk, cause y'all still listening
My voice sound sexy, don't it? Aha! I'm just fucking with y'all, I'm
