Hitstory Lyrics - Hitstory - 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 ho shit 

Til I realized I wasn't tall enough 

And then I Jump Maned to 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 hit 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 grea 

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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