The Story Lyrics – Lor Scoota

The Story Lyrics by Lor Scoota

These n#gg#s
Ain’t never gave a f#ck about me
Why the f#ck I’m supposed to care about their opinions?
These n#gg#s ain’t never did sh#t for me

I can count on my hands
Who my real n#gg#s
I can count on my hands
Who my real n#gg#s, who my friends

Who been with me through thick and thin
Shake my hand, but he ain’t my man
Know deep down, you hate my #ss
Hate my #ss, ‘cause I got cash

Took your b#tch in a camera flash
All it took was a picture snap
n#gg#s sweet as gingersnaps
The rap game just (?)

Hottest youngin in the country
You can ask P. Diddy that
And I ain’t left my city yet
I took over the internet

Go and check the hashtags
Scoota Up Next been stamped
All thesе n#gg#s been trash
I’m here to address that

Timе to do some clean up
Where I left my mess at
Baltimore City come to me
When it come to rap

Anybody can make a song
And I got to respect that
When they want that real sh#t
I’m the one they come and get

Drug dealing, slanging pills sh#t
I’m the one they f#cking with
Y’all n#gg#s just making hits
I’m the one that represent

I’m the one that took my time
And came up with a plan for this
Y’all the ones that kept on slacking
Sitting on your #ss and sh#t

Holding out y’all hand and sh#t
See me, wanna bag my sh#t
When I was down bad
You ain’t feed me out your granny’s sh#t

Anything I had
I always shared with the clique
These n#gg#s
Ain’t never gave a f#ck about me

Why the f#ck I’m supposed to care about their opinions?
These n#gg#s ain’t never did sh#t for me
I can count on my hands
Who my real n#gg#s

I can count on my hands
Who my real n#gg#s, who my friends
Who been with me through thick and thin
Shake my hand, but he ain’t my man

Know deep down, you hate my #ss
Hate my #ss, ‘cause I got cash
Took your b#tch in a camera flash
All it took was a picture snap

n#gg#s get a couple dollars
They be quick to forget about you
I ain’t never begged a n#gg#
Always shared it if I got it

n#gg#, money ain’t no problem
Why?
‘Cause all my n#gg#s got it
I

Can see you n#gg#s watching
I’m hearing stories about n#gg#s plotting
I ain’t tryna harm nobody
I’m just tryna stack my (?)

Warning
I will catch a body
(?)
Don’t run up on me

I been getting all this money
Now they say I’m acting funny
They ain’t never gave me sh#t
So what the f#ck I owe them n#gg#s?

I’m the same man
That was out here staying close to n#gg#s
n#gg#s get them bands
And start acting like a different n#gg#

I’m the same man
That was ready to go to war with n#gg#s
Y’all don’t understand my pain
‘Cause y’all don’t know my story, n#gg#

This sh#t with me bigger than rap
I ain’t just no performer n#gg#
Me, I really been in the trap
Trapping every morning, n#gg#

Get it out the hole
With dope, coke and marijuana, n#gg#
Telling real stories
I should be a f#cking author, n#gg#

These n#gg#s
Ain’t never gave a f#ck about me
Why the f#ck I’m supposed to care about their opinions?
These n#gg#s ain’t never did sh#t for me

I can count on my hands
Who my real n#gg#s
I can count on my hands
Who my real n#gg#s, who my friends

Who been with me through thick and thin
Shake my hand, but he ain’t my man
Know deep down, you hate my #ss
Hate my #ss, ‘cause I got cash

Took your b#tch in a camera flash
All it took was a picture snap
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Lor Scoota Lyrics – The Story

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The Story