Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Story of My Life, artist - Dj Kay Slay.
Date of issue: 13.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Story of My Life |
When I was a young man |
19 and used to hustle in the street |
Was all about making green |
But I was living the good life |
Fast cars and lotta women |
Didn’t love so I made 'em cry |
And when I got older |
I used to tear the clubs up |
Bottle after bottle, model after model |
But now the best story of my life |
Is my pretty little girl and my beautiful wife |
I used to see weddin' pictures on the wall |
My parents looked happy |
I said, «when I grow up one day, I’m gettin' married» |
Hangin' in the hood I was dragged into it |
They said bitches ain’t shit, a bad influence |
Broke hearts, got my heart broken: true karma |
Had to have a talk with myself like, «you smarter» |
The O.G.s were sayin' these girls ain’t loyal |
Get locked, they won’t do nothin' for you |
But when I went to the male facility to visit my friends |
It was overcrowded with women visitin' 'em |
Went to the female facility to visit my wife, it was deserted |
No man visited and that hurted |
When I see that, I transformed my vision |
I realized some of these men are the real bitches |
The hood taught us wrong, ain’t want us to be supreme |
My daughter is the princess, my wife is the queen |
When I was a young man |
19 and used to hustle in the street |
Was all about making green |
But I was living the good life |
Fast cars and lotta women |
Didn’t love so I made 'em cry |
And when I got older |
I used to tear the clubs up |
Bottle after bottle, model after model |
But now the best story of my life |
Is raising my little man and my beautiful wife |
It’s Mysonne |
I was plottin', makin' plans up, tryna get my bands up |
Runnin' 'round on these streets and I got jammed up |
Then I came home, I was out here tearin' the land up |
'Til I met my wife, had kids, I had to man up |
I had to stand up and raise my kings (God) |
Understand a nigga ain’t got wings |
But I’m tryna move righteously, conscious be fightin' me |
The Devil playground, he just keep invitin' me |
The O.G.s enlightened me, how to move my honor |
Played by the rules, I’m tryna improve my karma |
This year, I swear, I’ma move my mama |
To a big house out somewhere in Florida |
I swear I’ma give her all the stuff I promised her |
My wife held me down so I gotta acknowledge her |
I’m out grindin' for my legacy |
So when I’m gone the world gon' remember me |
When I was a young man |
19 and used to hustle in the street |
Was all about making green |
But I was living the good life |
Fast cars and lotta women |
Didn’t love so I made 'em cry |
And when I got older |
I used to tear the clubs up |
Bottle after bottle, model after model |
But now the best story of my life |
Is raising my little man and my beautiful wife |
Uh, the culture create menaces |
The drop on the roadster, so venomous |
Rose as a soldier, I was into shit |
Bands, had the benefit, ran through them tenements |
Taught by the teachers, the techniques |
The reefer, the neckpiece, new sneakers, the best freaks |
Fresh on a reg since Pro-Keds |
It’s blessed to be said, I’m an old head |
Po' dead, the God 7, restin' in Heaven |
Me and, we still brethrens, the last of the livin' legends |
Lost in the sauce, now on my deen |
Was all off course, I was a fiend |
Fiend for the women and cream, but when you king |
And, knowledge intervenes, everything ain’t what it seems |
Truths be real, the juice is spilled |
And that unconditional love’s the only proof that’s real |
When I was a young man |
19 and used to hustle in the street |
Was all about making green |
But I was living the good life |
Fast cars and lotta women |
Didn’t love so I made 'em cry |
And when I got older |
I used to tear the clubs up |
Bottle after bottle, model after model |
But now the best story of my life |
Is my pretty little girl and my beautiful wife |