Tell A Story

This yo life

Yo. You got ups and you got downs, man

You got downs and you got ups

We all go through the same thing on different days

Don't act like you ain't like me

What you don't put your pants on one leg at a time?

What's goin on wit cha playa?

Let me tell you something, man

I might even tell you 'bout yo life on this one

Lookie here..

[Chorus]

(La, la la la la la la, la la la, la)

These are things we all go through

It's everyday life, just me and you

Don't feel bad

I know you feel that

(La, la la la la la la, la la la, la)

Things will happen every day

Around the world or around your way. We just

Tell the story. Tell the story

[Rhymefest]

Where can I start? Start at the part

He at the park, playin his part

Proving his role, weightin them O's

Just got fronted an eighth of that blow

Now he burnin the pot, watchin it rock

Back on the block wit a few in his sock

New in the heavy, cops in the Chevy

Scopin his every move already

Smooth and deadly, cool as belly

Prob'ly get popped right in front of the deli

The ghetto Tomallan, his tools was heavy

His crew was ready to do whatev(er)

He got juice, but not tryin to turn in the powder

Now he burnin the pot & he watchin in rock

Chop, rock, swap, recop

Chop, rock, swap, recop

(La, la la la la la la, la la la, la)

Chop, Stop! You popped, we cops!

Swallowed that work and he ran up the block

He only thirteen, he ain't know what it mean

But he lovin the green, the American Dream

(La, la la la la la la, la la la, la)

His momma said stop, and he poppa was hot

Couldn't just stop, cause he coulda got shot

They move him down south to straighten him out

And he still sellin dope with a bill on the house

(La, la la la la la la)

But what you gon' do when it's all up to you

Stuck in a cell, ain't nothin to do but

Tell the story Tell the story

Here we go now..

[Chorus]

[Rhymefest]

Jenny was bad, she stayed on suspension

Hung around guys, she like that attention

Give her daddy an honorable mention

He wrote her letters while he was in prison

Brother ain't home, momma was gone

Workin them doubles, now she all alone

Stuck at the crib with no food or a phone

What you think a young girl gon' be on?

Party at Jen's house, people would come

Sippin that sizzurp, hittin the blunt

Underage kids could come and get drunk

Did I hit it? Well maybe just once

She had a boyfriend, they was in love

He had a job, he was sellin them, uh

Same shits on the streets

Now she gettin two letters a week singin

"One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do"

When you're lookin for love and Daddy ain't there to hug

"And two is the loneliest number, it's as bad as one"

When you're hurt in your soul thinkin nothin could fill in that hole

[Chorus]

[Rhymefest]

This is startin to get old

Got me feelin like whales in a fishbowl

In the city where summers can get cold

Bring yo army and Hummers gon' get stole

Everybody & they momma got bad credit

It don't matter, we ball like we athletic

On the run from the cops till we asthmetic

In the house with that belt and yo ass met it

This ain't nothin but life for a ghetto youth

That I write and then spit in this little booth

If I lie I still mix it with little truth

And like li'l dap nigga, I'm livin proof

Don't get mad cause I'm stuck in this glory

And y'all rappers ain't got nothin for me

But right now I guess the

Story's over Story's over

[Chorus x2]

[Rhymefest]

Say it loud. Rhymefest. Allido Records, man

We document the story for you

Puttin it down

Chicago

We just tell the story

Nigga don't bore me!

We outta here