[Chorus: R. Kelly]
This is my story, yeah, I'm from that Chi-town dirt,
I went from bein' broke to sleepin' in Versace shirts.
This is my story – money, cars, bad hoes.
This is my story.
And I'm stickin' to it. [x8]
[Verse 1: R. Kelly]
Came from humble beginnings, now I'm cocky with my spendin',
They say, ‘Life is just a game', and I thank God that I'm winnin'.
Models roll my indo, I beat the pussy, Django,
Them niggas talkin' money, I got more digits in my gate code.
She make a pole disappear like hocus pocus,
You're ain't never gon' find another nigga this focused.
I got every block, every street corners sold up,
Whatever club represent my city, throw it up.
I own the game, coach last player shown up,
Okay, haters throw fitted never showed up.
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
This is my story, yeah, I'm from that Chi-town dirt,
I went from bein' broke to sleepin' in Versace shirts.
This is my story – money, cars, bad hoes.
This is my story.
And I'm stickin' to it. [x8]
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, 2 Chainz!
Velcro, I'm stickin' to it. Hatin', I been a victim to it,
Your conversation is sanitation, ain't no hesitation when I finna do it.
I stick it in, switch it up, and try to hit a friend,
Live it up and count my dividends, roll like cinnamon.
Woah, big face Benjamin's,
As she lookin' at me like, ‘You ain't nothin' but a star.'
I looked at her like, ‘This ain't nothin' but a car if you ride wit them you ain't goin' that far,
But if you ride with me…' Crib so big we can play hide-and-seek.
You can confide to me, ride me like I ride the beat,
Pilot seat, I need a co-pilot, kiss a ass in both mouths, true!
Them talkin' both lips, what you know ‘bout boat trips?
Drop her ass at the chocolate factory, we did them 12 plays, yeah!
And you know who you is, girl, we been fuckin' since the twelfth grade, goddamn!
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
This is my story, yeah, I'm from that Chi-town dirt,
I went from bein' broke to sleepin' in Versace shirts.
This is my story – money, cars, bad hoes.
This is my story.
And I'm stickin' to it. [x8]
[Verse 3: R. Kelly]
Pull up to the club at about three,
I'm killin' it, guilty no plea.
I'm leavin' out at six with a dime piece,
By nine o'clock we on round three.
I speak of rain they say, I'm crazy like they didn't know.
See, I'm not crazy but my talent, man, got bipolar.
Say she's a church girl but, man, she's blowin' holy smokes,
Showed her the Jesus piece, now she got the Holy Ghost.
They asked them in a interview, ‘Why do he love these girls?'
The only thing he had to say was, ‘Mothafuck the world!'
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
This is my story, yeah, I'm from that Chi-town dirt,
I went from bein' broke to sleepin' in Versace shirts.
This is my story – money, cars, bad hoes.
This is my story.
And I'm stickin' to it. [x8]