Hit-Boy - HITstory lyrics

rate me

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 jumped right 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 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 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.