My Story
B.o.B Lyrics

Dis motha fucka on?... Okay
B.o.B asks if his mic is on, ready to tell a story.

I think I wanna tell ya'll a little story
B.o.B expresses his interest in telling a story.

About a young boy, a very young boy,
B.o.B describes the singer of the story as a very young boy.

Always playing games but never had a toy.
The young boy played games but did not have his own toys to play with.

Making A's in school? Pshhh He couldn't do it
The young boy struggled to make good grades in school.

A crazy motha fucka yes everybody knew it
The young boy was known for his eccentric behavior.

Long story short that nigga was me, that nigga is b,
B.o.B reveals that he is the singer of the story.

Destined to be, a failure but I still made it out hell yeah.
Despite being destined for failure, B.o.B managed to succeed.

I was stubborn could nobody tell me nothin'.
B.o.B was stubborn and didn't like to listen to advice.

Walk around smokin' like I live in Amsterdam,
B.o.B often smoked as if he lived in Amsterdam where marijuana is legal.

Middle finger to the sky like I don't give a god damn.
B.o.B didn't care what others thought of him.

But rebellion is just a side effect, homicidal maybe, suicidal yes!
B.o.B's rebellious behavior may have been a side effect of his homicidal and suicidal tendencies.

Boy I tell ya niggas be like why in the hell you so quiet nigga you sick?
People often wondered why B.o.B was so quiet and reserved.

Haha Hell yeah I'm sick nigga look at me! You can't tell?
B.o.B explains that he is visibly unwell.

What you think is even goin with my head? I don't even know I need got to tell me.
B.o.B is unsure what is going on in his own head and needs someone to explain it to him.

My daddy from the Barn and my momma from the Gutta,
B.o.B's parents come from different backgrounds.

So I guess that makes me a country motha fucka.
B.o.B considers himself a country boy.

Anyways in school, your boy was a huslta
B.o.B was a hustler in school.

I had everything on deck to get that butta.
B.o.B had everything he needed to make money.

But I was headed down the wrong path,
B.o.B acknowledges that he was on the wrong path.

Smokin weed sellin weed failin out of class.
B.o.B started smoking weed and selling it, resulting in his failing grades.

But now it's like fuck what the po think I'm a let the dro stank
B.o.B doesn't care what the police or authorities think of him smoking weed.

But I ain't for crack ya'll can have dat.
B.o.B clarifies that he doesn't do crack.

But on top of that I thought I got a bitch pregnant,
B.o.B thought he had gotten a girl pregnant.

For 7 damn months I thought she was expectin'
He believed this for seven months.

Then I found out it wasn't mine, but that was only half the issues off my mind.
B.o.B found out that the girl wasn't really pregnant, but it was only one of many issues on his mind.

And today my parents were tellin' me
B.o.B's parents talked to him recently.

You need to go to college and you need to do this
His parents are encouraging him to go to college.

And I was like no sir I'm straight on it I ain't trying to spend
B.o.B doesn't want to go to college and accumulate debt.

40 thousand to be 50 thousand in debt when I graduate.
B.o.B doesn't see the value in going to college and being in debt for years after graduating.

And a scholarship? what the fuck is a scholarship?
B.o.B is unfamiliar with the concept of scholarships.

My G.P.A started with a damn decimal you know what I'm sayin? but anyways... let's go.
B.o.B's grades weren't good enough to earn a scholarship.

Back to the side of dealing with these problems,
B.o.B returns to discussing his problems.

I am back to graduate but I ain't fittin' to go to college.
B.o.B graduated high school but still doesn't plan on attending college.

So I gotta figure out how I'm a make some dollas
B.o.B needs to find a way to make money.

But I ain't in the streets so I gotta slang beats
B.o.B decides to sell his own beats instead of dealing drugs.

Then I sold my first beat got a couple stacks
B.o.B made money by selling his first beat.

And just like a nigga man I spent it like that
B.o.B spent his money as soon as he made it, without saving any of it.

Got a couple diamonds got a couple hats and
B.o.B spent his money on flashy items like diamonds and hats.

Filled up my closet with some shoes and some slacks
B.o.B bought lots of shoes and pants.

Now I am back to square one where I'm at now
B.o.B is now back to where he started, with no money.

Rappin in this booth in a basement of a house.
B.o.B is recording music in a basement studio.

Being a honest man I'm just trying to make it out.
B.o.B is being honest about his struggles and just trying to succeed.

But fuck it man... I'm out...
B.o.B is leaving the story there and ending the song.