History

It's all about history man

Turn it up

We school y'all young folks man

Y'all need to know what time it is

Turn it up son

Let me add on this shit

Hear the horns nigga

Hear that trumpet man

Let's go back to day one

This some edumacation

Aiyo

It's like 'Once Upon a Time in America', the pick pocket era

The Gucci loafers, old nigas in holes up

Violent young killers who've got jobs

And grown niggas wanna test us and get dressed up, we vest up

Polo gowns for bitches, rich niggas hooded clowns

played my shit, get strength, come pulling down

my poster, it meant police post up

If Chef come back they let out Sosa

Yo, you know the dilly, who willies, we night time killies

of colleagues who used to smoke cocaine broccolis

Fans of old school niggas, we rose 2Pac and paying for him

Might hit the gun range on him

Yo, all of us kings men, we blings the Ming M

Made that choice, so stay back, this how the team win

Who you think is wrong? Breathe as Indians, one leader

One mad can take on an whole army, I know Cheeber

Back to the kitchen with the baking soda, he ain't throw up

Lax in them buildings, I max while I bailed

Yo, post Avenue vet, repped them corners yo

It's like a Goines novels, you can bet I'm coigning coins

Follow the path, it's real and it's hardbody

Soon as the Purple Tape come I'm doing hard copy

And it's with some whities, yeah my favourite is Jay Leno

Yeah Rae you living out the project windows, yo

I make my own Casadias, cats catching me in Barrakee

or Columbia, honey named Jiah

Poppy, these industry niggas is soft

Let a nigga puts his hand on you when busting off the wall

Fall back to the labba, the dynasty where my grimies be

We gonna stay grinding till the age ninety