Historic

[Intro: AZ]

Welcome home

[Verse 1: Ransom]

Yeah, talk to this beat like you better sing

Had to speak on my behalf and half of these niggas ain’t said a thing

I had this dream that I put a wedding ring on Coretta King

Was murdered on the stage, you can feel the pain it forever brings

Revenge is sweet, but then that pleasure stings

Behind every puppet, you’ll find a set of strings

Married the game, I let her swing

It all depends on how you measure things

‘Cause it’s always the ones with nothing that’s helping you squander everything

Don’t treasure bling, that’s usually the cause of the drama

It’s funny I can spot a bum in a Beamer and a boss in a Honda

You know my style, I don’t force the entendre

So if it’s beef, gotta be Kobe

Snakes get ate when they crossing this mamba

These fake niggas get forced on this genre

But it’s really not much to judge

If niggas budge when it’s tossed to your honor

Tamir Rice with a portion of Sandra

But never Bland, I draw that line in the sand

If niggas cross it, I’ll find them

[Chorus: Ransom]

Yeah, this latest run has been historic

Once you found out what you’ll die for, better live for it

I touch your soul so you can’t ignore it

Married to the game

I sold her dreams and that bitch bought it, shit flawless

Huh, this latest run has been historic

Once you found out what you’ll die for, better live for it

I touch your soul so you can’t ignore it

Married to the game

I sold her dreams and that bitch bought it, shit flawless

[Verse 2: AZ]

Ten toes down, I’m solid, young Wallace

Some acknowledge I’m more modest when the drums melodic

None symbolic before or after, aura’s mastered

The cyanide in boric acid, ordered they casket

I’m on it, no warrants

Ball like that boy on the Hornets, clairvoyant

See what the seekers can’t find, I’m the aligned

Could look a killer straight in his eyes and read his mind

I lead the blind, been about it, been nostalgic

Retired now, but not the one to be foul with

Won’t allow it, I’m stable, not disabled

When the block raised you, you don’t let imposters play you

Peekaboo style, gotta keep it new now

Old school reppin for those who blew trial

Too wild, had to skrrt it, that or get murdered

Either/or, we are at war with the law, slapped with the verdict

[Chorus: Ransom]

Yeah, this latest run has been historic

Once you found out what you’ll die for, better live for it

I touch your soul so you can’t ignore it

Married to the game

I sold her dreams and that bitch bought it, shit flawless

Huh, this latest run has been historic

Once you found out what you’ll die for, better live for it

I touch your soul so you can’t ignore it

Married to the game

I sold her dreams and that bitch bought it, shit flawless