HITstory

Hit-Boy

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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

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