Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song His Story, artist - Iman ShumpertDate of issue: 23.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
His Story |
| You hate that you love it |
| You know it |
| You hate that you love it |
| Admit it |
| You hate how it’s written |
| You hate how we thuggin |
| If you came to try to stop it you buggin' |
| I Paint pictures |
| For kids who had nothin |
| That shorty that got it |
| You thought he was bluffin |
| That rich kid that just needed his father |
| But his father a workaholic |
| So he talk to a bottle |
| I walk for the people I got em |
| Everything I’m discussin is common |
| All this money is bringing is drama |
| All that this money is bringing is drama |
| Wifey opened up my back |
| Put the battery in me |
| These people wantin my identity |
| S’flattering to me |
| Came in the league |
| And my Image was so clean cut |
| Then I messed up |
| Got locked up |
| The shit sucks |
| But I ***siren sound*** up |
| And I flexed up |
| Cause my check up |
| My Mclaren is white wit da gold trim |
| I’m so blessed up |
| You hate that you love it |
| You know it |
| You hate that you love it |
| Admit it |
| They tryna hold my head under da water I get it |
| But I let I go and grew gills |
| To swim the fishes |
| Bump the high road |
| I’m tryna play chicken |
| I hope that they listening |
| I’m cookin up |
| It’s so hot in this kitchen I’m in |
| The «Fade» came out |
| Then the hate came out |
| The pressure’s on |
| But I’m prepared to bring my A game out |
| I been workin like a slave |
| At my alma matter |
| I don’t talk a lot about it |
| But I got a lot of problems Ima solve |
| If you ain’t ready for consequence |
| Then don’t get involved |
| Pop told me walk wit yo head up |
| 'Fore they cut it off |
| It’s blood in my eyes |
| I done seen the worst |
| You let it breath and it spreads |
| That’s how fire works nigga |
| I’m standing on a million |
| I used to think that wings came wit da feelin' |
| Nah |
| Cause I ain’t dead I survive shit |
| Wild shit |
| 20 on 1 and I survived it |
| Mob shit |
| Wonder why I’m wildin |
| Veins popping out my neck |
| Gotta keep this family smiling |
| Yeah |
| You hate that you love it |
| You know it |
| You hate that you love it |
| Admit it |
| You hate how it’s written |
| You hate how we thuggin |
| If you came to try to stop it you buggin |
| You hate that you love it |
| You know it |
| You hate that you love it |
| Admit it |
| Ya best believe |
| Ima take me a knee for the anthem |
| This platform is OD |
| He’s a beast if you amp him |
| See Wifey badder |
| Than that Larry Obrien |
| She dipped herself in the gold |
| Here they go sirens my nigga |
| One time for the gifted individual |
| They nothin like I |
| So they when ask me for my size |
| Reply a 46.5 |
| Baboon booty shoe bottom |
| Like who got em |
| Who’s hotter than |
| Opillas own |
| Root for Chi |
| But the pill is home my nigga |
| Dame nice but he no where |
| Near the throne my nigga |
| How 'bout y’all leave me lone |
| Y’all puttin me in a zone |
| That hate gon' turn in to love |
| I go Sylvester salone! |
| You hate that you love it |
| You know it |
| You hate that you love it |
| Admit it |
| You hate how I’m spittin |
| You hate it ain’t written |
| You hate it you hate it |
| You love it |
| You hate that you love it |
| You know it |
| You hate that you love it |
| Admit it |