Stories Lyrics

We've all been through different journeys and adventures

That got us to where we are now

And these Stories are still ongoing

Let me talk to you

We all come from various countries, states, and different cities

Some places pretty, some filthy, others blowing up quickly 

You grew up rich and your parents handed you all of it

Enjoyed the nice things in life along with benefits 

Or you grew up poor, slept on the floor

Made something from nothing

Now you wake up everyday like an unstoppable force

But we can't help it, you can only play the cards you're dealt

And make decisions on the way, with or without help

Everybody got a story, baby

And some thing they've been going through lately

And some days you may think I'm crazy

But everybody got a story, baby

Why I act the way I do? I think I got a clue

Got thirty years worth of material I can show you

Constantly rise and falling

We all have our own problems

Some people try to solve them and others don't need to be involved with them

I grew up with my mom

She bumping music and singing Sade, Brandy, and dancing to Michael J

So it makes total sense why I act in certain ways

Catch me humming a tune and rocking my hips everyday

Born in Stone Mountain, grew up in Snellville, still say Atlanta 

Parents split at the age of eight which gave me two Santas

And both were balling in middle class

Which had me satisfied, most of the time but their discipline kept me in line

Then the recession hit in the two thousand eight

My momma on the grind, hunting for jobs every other night crying

Waiting for my brother to call in the evening around nine

Who still had five more years in the pen, serving his time

Everybody got a story, baby

And some thing they've been going through lately

And some days you may think I'm crazy

But everybody got a story, baby

My daddy, on the other hand was struggling

Certainly didn't envision penny pinching from his pension

Two sisters that made it cause that hard work and sweat paid it

So I don't have any other choice but to strive for greatness 

Kicked soccer balls in college cause of a scholarship

And landed in the pros, don't say it much but I'm proud of it

Got cut from the team a week later which made me feel sick

A twenty year dream crushed in a matter of minutes 

But I had to move on, put my foot on the gas

Like my dad would say, what's done is done, you can't dwell in the past

Picked up two part times that led me to full time cash

I still wasn't satisfied after doing the math 

Then moved to Miami, got a job that paid for performance

That money started rising and it's level of importance 

Forgot to mention I've been messing with music for years

But enough of me, it's your story I'm ready to hear

Everybody got a story, baby

And some thing they've been going through lately

And some days you may think I'm crazy

But everybody got a story, baby