History 2

[Intro]

Uh, we got some history, uh

We, we, we got some

Check

[Verse]

Uh, dedicated to ripping shit spiral book and my power tool

Every time I turned around, you're turnt up, took the soul out of you

Fucking shit up for the future, the kids gon' follow too

I don't mean no disrespect but keeping it real gives a sour mood

Fillin' your arms around 8

Murder by 16's

Big bodies on 24's

32 came wanted it more

Gotta chip on your shoulder you gon' relate

Gave it all that I had they had to testify classic first 48

Dinero scenery playin' flashes of glory, take my resume

A million heads away, you niggas bore me

We done made history, you don't fuck with me like you used to

Turned your back on those that's dear to me, should've never introduced you

Lames bringing out ya true colors, damned if I mix the new blue

Find another 1 to mislead, gone dragging my muse through

Dropped a soldier tear on your paper, that ain't reversible

Relatives caught the sign of a hater, they took it personal

Wanna criticize a great for sinking, I'm thinking the nerve of you

Pushing food on the upper echelon, punch niggas vertical

For the love of all honor, handle your surgical

Massacre on ya beat, leading the ban of the terminal

I hate to put my trust in possession for you to fumble

Damn near gave you all my life, kinda glad I kept something from you

Should've kept it money, cash, hoes

Look at how you done me, that's cold

Use me for my experiences, hard times and sad roads

I brung you Southside stories, now you ignore me

For sellers high on their own supply, how did you get this corny?

You know what fuck me then, what about those before me

Rolling over at their grave site, guess I'll be in the same fight

The fuck happened to goon rap, graffiti walls and boom bap

My CD skips the room blacks, I'm really into new plaques

Room on the body list, pretty obvious

Challenge him's idiotic kiss you're one hit, bye

Gotta prepare for all 'cause those that don't, don't get by

Dough boy shit don't fly, you get hit don't die

I let you hear the sound of places forbidden, gave me a rhythm

Made me hide out where the hoodlum's reside, fame is a prison

[Hook]

They done let a nigga in, now we back to win

Classic on delivery, gold packaging

Put it up I triple what ya averagin', high grade gatherin' till they bring the addicts in

They need this in the street I got the grime to flood it

I'm from an iller time, nothin' reminds me of it

Shattered history here can't get your mind recovered

Me against them all again, gotta love it