My Story - B.o.B

DJ Chapman, what’s happenening?

Oh, yeah!

(Commissioner! Terry Urban.)

This motherfucker on?

Okay, I think I wanna tell ya’ll a little story.

About a young boy, a very young boy

Always playing games, but he never had a toy

Making A’s in school?

(Psh) He couldn’t do it

A crazy motherfucker, yes, everybody knew it

Long story short, that nigga was me

That nigga is B., destined to be

A failure, but I still made it out — hell yeah!

I was stubborn, couldn’t nobody tell me nothing

Walk around smokin' like I live in Amsterdam

Middle finger to the sky, like I don’t give a god damn

But rebellion is just a side effect

Homicidal?

Maybe, Suicidal?

Yes

Boy, I tell you, niggas be like:

«Why in the hell you so quiet, nigga, you sick?»

«Haha, hell yeah I’m sick nigga look at me, you can’t tell?

What you think

going on with my head?

I don’t even know, I need God to tell me.»

But anyway, let’s get back to the story, enough of this shit talking now

My daddy from the Barn, and my momma from the gutter

So I guess that makes me a country motherfucker

Anyway, in school, your boy was a huslter

I had everything on deck to get that butter

But I was headed down the wrong path — smoking weed, selling weed,

failing out of class

But I was like, «Fuck what the 'Po think, I’m a let the stain»

But I ain’t fuck with crack, ya’ll can have that

But on top of that, I thought I got a bitch pregnant

For 7 damn months I thought she was expecting

Then I found out it wasn’t mine, but that was only half the issues that was off

my mind

And then, my parents was telling me «You need to go to college, and you need to

do this.»

And I was like, «No sir.

I’m straight on it.»

I ain’t trying to spend 40 thousand, just to be 50 thousand in debt when I

graduate

And a scholarship?

What the fuck is a scholarship?

My G.P.A started with a damn decimal, you know what I’m saying?

But anyways, let’s go

Back to the saga, I’m dealing with these problems

I’m back to graduating, I ain’t finna to go to college

So I gotta figure out how I’m gonna make some dollars

But I ain’t in the streets, so I gotta slang beats

Then I sold my first beat, got a couple stacks

And just like a nigga, I spent it like that

Got a couple diamonds, got a couple hats

And filled up my closet with some shoes and some slacks

Now I’m back to square one, where I’m at now

Rapping in this booth, in this basement of a house

Being honest man, I’m just trying to make it out

But fuck it man, I’m out

Yeah.

And that’s this typical story of a young black male, living in Decatur,

off Cantler Road

But you know what, though?

This just ain’t your typical story, you know what

I’m saying?

But y’all watch out though, y’all gon' see.

Aha!

I ain’t really got shit else to say, I just want to hear myself talk

And I know y’all want to hear me talk, cause y’all still listening

My voice sound sexy, don’t it?

Aha!

I’m just fucking with y’all, I’m