[Hook: R. Kelly]
This is my story, yeah, I’m from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts
This is my story – money, cars, bad hoes
This is my story-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
And I’m, stickin’, to it (x8)

[Verse: R. Kelly]
Kells where you been?
In the kitchen, cookin bricks
Yea I know the haters missed me so I’m back up in this bitch
And I’m laughin all the way to the bank (ah ah ah ah)
Got yo chick all on my dick like (ah ah ah ah)
My story ain’t changed homie
At the date homie
I do this shit for the Chi homie
And I love a bad bitch that’ll wind for me
Get up in that pussy, make it cry for me
What do yall know about walking the streets?
Going 4 or 5 days without nothing to eat
To the foreign Ferraris, reclining the seats
To the top of thе world where the living is sweet
God damn, call mе Mr. 12Play
Fuck you 12 hunned ways
Realest n***a to the grave
[Hook: R. Kelly]
This is my story, yeah, I’m from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts
This is my story – money, cars, bad hoes
This is my story-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
And I’m, stickin’, to it (x8)

[Verse: Too $hort]
When I first came in the game
They said I couldn’t rap
I would never sell records with a mouth like that
But year after year
I got them platinum plaques
The first rapper of the bay stackin racks on racks
Now aks yo favorite rapper how he feels about Too $hort
I’ve been balling so long I need my own hood court
Got 2 songs with Pac, 3 songs with BIG
4 songs with Jay-Z, Pimp C and Tip
Aks the ATL
If I did these things
I helped pioneer the scene and bought that Cali green
That’s my story, I’m sticking to it
I’d never switch
And it wouldn’t be me if I didn’t say “bitch!”

[Hook: R. Kelly]
This is my story, yeah, I’m from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts
This is my story – money, cars, bad hoes
This is my story-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
And I’m, stickin’, to it (x8)
[Verse: Nipsey Hussle]
Yea, nah
I can tell you bout
No elevators, what the stairs is bout
No scared money, took the fearless route
Them 10 thousand dollars that yo years is bout
Still proud what I look at in the mirror bro
16, couple things, tryna mail em south
Wishin on a star, what the man’s about
Catches them cases and bailing out
And most of these n***as took the failure route
I had the nerve to believe in this world of doubt
The nerve to achieve, I prepared myself
When n***as plant seeds and they rarely sprout
And n***as had dreams what they really bout
The process n***a, rather chill on the couch
I was going hard on the measly slouts
I been payin dues, this is clearly clout
World on my shoulder, I can curl yo house
I done everything and I still got out
And what I went through, n***as woulda killed theyself
And when it don’t cross mind I reveal myself
Blood, sweat & tears what I spilled myself
Well fuck you n***a cuz I feel myself
Don’t co-sign, I was real myself
You gotta put me with n***as that done build theyself
Hussle
[Hook: R. Kelly]
This is my story, yeah, I’m from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts
This is my story – money, cars, bad hoes
This is my story-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
And I’m, stickin’, to it (x8)