Информация о песне На данной странице вы можете ознакомиться с текстом песни History, исполнителя - Lloyd Banks.
Дата выпуска: 30.10.2016
Возрастные ограничения: 18+
Язык песни: Английский
History |
Bar flipping for whoever will listen I been your favorite |
Heard my first verse from hot 97 feel like I made it |
Give up this shit and just scramble nights that I made it |
Gave my better half to music still underappreciated |
Overlooked this is somethin' that we created |
Nigga will rather run from the culture yet come for the easy payment |
Stuck with the cliché got the belief to change it |
Overshadow with the thought of you possibly being famous |
Wanted never run from the cops and they brain |
Its so easy to forget sunny days the rain raised us |
I felt some kind of therapy joinin' the cypher |
Had to jot to keep my hands still made me strong as a writer |
Flew past the stage as a hobby song of a lifer |
Took undivided attention it’s cool long as I like her |
Somewhere down the line flirtin' turn into love |
Out here waitin' for my turn to reap |
Tournament for the thugs |
We got all this history but you don’t fuck with me like you used to do |
Can’t you tell they using you? It was just all beautiful |
I heard you lost your love for the real hate to assume its true |
I been front row at the funeral hopin' I catch your contact |
Forever and beyond that, far away from the contract |
Don’t feel I’m a ever get my mind back |
You no longer need what I’m bringin' that’s what you’re tellin' me |
Turn your back on my wisdom for catchin' melodies |
Lemme guess there’s a line of rappers ahead of me |
Planted my hood flag in the ground where they can never be |
Bunch of crabs in the barrel pile on the jealousy |
Further I got away found me stepping down from celebrity |
You don’t deserve hospitality be a casualty |
Body strung up for cavalry knot right along with your battery |
Too many lacking the knowledge fraudin' for salary |
Took this shit in my own hands being all that I had to be |
The game is muffled now need a moment of clarity |
Your work is a reflection just leave it home, don’t embarrass me |
Born into hip hop you feel a bar set raise when my shit drops |
Most dangerous drug right out the zip lock |
Plug me into your system and get a lit block |
Had to adapt to what it went through |
Pistol on hip cock |
We got all this history but you don’t fuck with me like you used to do |
Can’t you tell they using you? It was just all beautiful |
I heard you lost your love for the real hate to assume its true |
I been front row at the funeral hopin' I catch your contact |
Forever and beyond that, far away from the contract |
Don’t feel I’m a ever get my mind back |