Charlie Cee - My Story

★ Intro: Charlie Cee ★
New York started this shit
Niggas ain't take it from us
It’s niggas that just ain’t get heard yet
Eastside, Charlie Cee

★ Verse 1: Charlie Cee ★
Talk Behind my back, when you see me nigga speak up
When I give em dap, heart beating when I creep up
All these niggas followers, I’m a fucking leader
And them niggas ain’t riding out, they some cheerleaders
All these niggas say they’re shooters, but they never caught a peter
Gotta keep a Woo Hunnid, cuz you know I’m woozy keeper
Jail rooms, on the Island, I had my feet up
When these niggas go to jail they gettin extorted and beat up (pussy)
Clown don’t wanna see us, man they really wanna be us
Money, Bitches, Fame you feel the pain through the speakers (M.B.F)
I was in the cut, I was sitting on the bleachers
See me off the rip, now everybody want a feature
Got a small circle, but we barely see each other
Cause we all on the grind, call when we need each other (Eastside)
Don’t gotta second guess them cause those my brothers
Man we come from the gutter, free my lil brother Gutta (gang)

★ Chorus: Josh Sings ★
I was raised in the hood we don’t make it out the block
We ain’t worried about the opps, we just tryna duck the cops
Cuz shit is getting real on my block
Every day a nigga get shot, Lord help me
I was raised in the hood we don’t make it out the block
We ain’t worried about the opps, we just tryna duck the cops
Cuz shit is getting real on my block
Every day a nigga get shot, Lord help me
★ Verse 2: Charlie Cee ★
When it come to family, we’ll die for another
Shed tears, argue, fight we even cry for another
Only fuck with the scammers, robbers and gun busters
Drug dealers is cool, really they don’t trust us
Cuz they know that we fucked up, them niggas, they all come-ups (got ‘em)
Bunch of dicksuckers, too much confidence
Get money stay fly, that’s that Harlem shit
Y’all need to jump off Chicago dick, niggas get shot every day
I’m tryna stay out the way, Niggas forcing my hand
Everybody demand, Niggas don’t know their place
Till they get a hot one, oh you saw their face
I Thank God every day that I beat my case

★ Chorus: Josh Sings ★
I was raised in the hood we don’t make it out the block
We ain’t worried about the opps, we just tryna duck the cops
Cuz shit is getting real on my block
Every day a nigga get shot, Lord help me
I was raised in the hood we don’t make it out the block
We ain’t worried about the opps, we just tryna duck the cops
Cuz shit is getting real on my block
Every day a nigga get shot, Lord help me

★ Outro: Josh Sings ★
All these niggas dying, got all the mother’s crying
Lord, can you help me? Lord, can you help me?