(feat. Tity Boi, Dolla Boy)



[Chorus - Tity Boi (Dolla Boy)]

Here's a little story, bout some niggas like me

Never shoulda been let out, the elementary

(Dolla Boy, and I'd like to say)

(That I'm the hardest nigga, from around my way)

Here's a little story, bout some niggas like we

Never shoulda been let out, the penitentiary

Tity Boi, and I would like to say

That I'm the slickest hustler, from around my way



[Verse 1 - Tity Boi]

Ay, yo, since I was a youth, I pump weed out

And I been had cash money, before we bought

Wit expectations, and Fed time facing

When I was hanging wit this kid named Jason, wit an accent from Jamaica

My only concern was digits and consumers

'Cause we had this little city, down in Alabama booming

So we just do it, get it like Nike

And even wit this wife beater on, I still got something up my sleeve

It sound so odd, talking bout these guns

'Cause I got a, 3-5-7, 9, and a Mac ele-ven

Get drip, tip-toeing, bout a minute

Doing six with the clip showing, nigga where ya click going

They spreading out, like buck shots

And ain't nobody dying, still alive around here, but Pac

Now we know this story go, so don't worry

Excuse me your Honor, but could ya holla at my nigga for me



[Chorus - Tity Boi (Dolla Boy)]

Here's a little story, bout some niggas like we

Never shoulda been let out, the elementary

Tity Boi, and I would like to say

That I'm the slickest hustler, from around my way

Here's a little story, bout some niggas like we

Never shoulda been let out, the penitentiary

(Dolla Boy, and I'd like to say)

(That I'm the hardest nigga, from around my way)



[Verse 2 - Dolla Boy]

Well I'm Dolla Boy, I got game galore

You may have a lot of game, but I got much more

In that all blue Coupe, parked and run and shoot

Or late nights, throwing rice, shooting dice wit troops

And that diamond in the back, sun roof top

I'm hanging out that bitch, bout to shut down the block

Mmm-mmm-mmm, AK music

Bomb ass track, we put the detonator to it

Nigga get wrong, put the mask on and shoot him

Street corps. nigga, tell his fam'that we sued him

Used to work track, 1,5, on the ruler

But now I'm dropping off, like I'm down wit the Cubans

Straight 8-Grad, in them hard knocks schooling

Intern work, year-round, brick moving

Get to this money, shit real in this music

So get it how you want it, lame nigga don't confuse me



[Chorus - Tity Boi (Dolla Boy)]

Here's a little story, bout some niggas like we

Never shoulda been let out, the elementary

(Playa's Circle, and I would like to say)

(That we the hardest dropping, from around our way)

Here's a little story, bout some niggas like we

Never shoulda been let out, the penitentiary

(Yeah, Southside, about the homies)

[PC shit, Dolla Boy, Playa's Circle]



[Verse 3 - Dolla Boy]

Nigga wanna know, how Dolla does it

The bag way or gram, I need all of my cousins

Lame nigga flexing bout the work, when it wasn't

Didn't think a nigga call the cop, wit a oven

Got enough heat, to cook the hams and the stuffing

Take 22's, knock the berries out ya muffin

Mama said a son, was 6 short from a dozen

Messy to my pills, man get to this money



[Tity Boi]

A 100 miles and running, and ain't no stopping us

My community service, is picking paper up

If the drought end, it's Glocks and mad men

Tech's are blasting, mixed wit mags and Mac 10's

I played in play pens, and stayed in the state pens

Don't think I ain't bigger, because my weight thinner

On 22's is how I carry myself

I'm like, ohh, I might marry myself, yup



[Chorus - Tity Boi (Dolla Boy)]

Here's a little story, bout some niggas like we

Never shoulda been let out, the elementary

... Niggas when you see 'em shorty

Southside, know what I'm mean (Southside)

Here's a little story, bout some niggas like we

Never shoulda been let out, the penitentiary

... (Out the shit) On the dro

That's how we gon' do it shorty



[Dolla Boy talking w/ Tity Boi ad-libing]

Off the real, out the gate nigga

However, in any type of weather