Hit Boy
Hit Boy - Hitstory songtekst
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[Hit-Boy] When you up they answer quick When you down they got a broken phone Some shit you just can't forget When you comin' from a broken home With one mom, no dad, two sisters goin' through it Smile on, pretend you good, but you really hurt and no one knew it School, class, I knew it was somethin' that wouldn't last Cause I didn't need a lecture to pass And me making beats would never require math I knew what I wanted before I had it But I always had it, I was an addict And this room is feelin' just like an attic Making ten beats a day and goin' at it When my ex-girl tellin' me she missed her cycle Feelin' like I got shot with a pistol, rifle Gauge, wishin' we was on the same page But she don't understand I wanna be like Michael But not up on the ho shit, yeah I used to be up on the hoop shit Til I realized I wasn't tall enough And then I jumped into the music Got with a couple niggas I was cool with, T-dub tryin' to make a movement Had the same drive, same passion I never thought that we would ever lose it And we could never get back, right? What was done in the dark did hit that light Tears in your eyes, can't forget that night Then you stabbed me in the back, I wish I'd hid that knife But it didn't stop me though Hollered at my uncle Rodney though He said that he been through the same shit And the real ties you make could not be broke So I went back to my place and I logged into Myspace Heard a couple beats from a nigga from New Orleans I'm thinkin' to myself, man this guy's great Then we built a brand, right from home Moved to the A, joined the zone Learned a lot, moved alone, next thing I knew I was back at home Now I gotta focus on me, cause shit got a little bit shifty Bills got a little too deep, I'm on iChat hollerin' at Ricky While he's sittin' in sessions with Keys Tellin' me that I could be the next thing Tellin' me that he believed in my dreams It's all a matter of time and definitely Keep working, Hit you gon' get to the start-up Next thing I know it's Christmas in Harlem Right after that I'm workin' in a palace Overseas suites, they wonderin' like Alice Goddamn I was just at home, now I'm number three on the throne I got so many emotions, that I had to make it into a song Man this is what you're gettin' after Read the index, skip a chapter Either way you're gonna see me gettin' glory I wanna welcome y'all to HITstory