Lyrics:
having sex with the law
I know the phones getting tapped, all my texts and calls
But I never let the D.A. get the best of me, no
Man can you picture
And he was born in the city
He taught high school history
His thoughts drift to the past
Stories of yesterday
Tales of the western way
towards the pesos
Got shit on my credit that I got to pay off
Money never sleeps, so I can't take a day off
Making history is all that I came for
I'm
We are the colours outside of the lines
And we paint a picture so one of a kind
Attention
We call attention
Our mission
Redirect attention
So
loans
Less liquor shops and pawn shops and we by gold
And why (shut up) black history always start with slavery
So even when I'm learning they still
the first white dude to crash a Porsche
Even though my name's seen
That shit's invisible compared to James Dean
My report wouldn't be history
Make sure
I don't wanna talk about things we've gone through,
Though it's hurting me, now it's history.
I've played all my cards and that's what you've done
there's no history, there's no fuel for the victory
A wise man told me, "Don't be a witness of your misery.
Call the shots for yourself.
Make some moves
The Ammo be Poetic give props to our name
I still be the same Mad Wizard in tha game
Chorus
*LANDSLYDE*
Now let me put into a line the story history
There is history in the rooms of the house
After dinner
Do the dishes
Mother hums
The coffeemaker hisses on the stove
The steam a crescendo
I don't wanna talk about things we've gone through,
Though it's hurting me, now it's history.
I've played all my cards and that's what you've done
to niggas
See I'm really the business
This is goin into history
I just got my own company
I love it call me misery
I said I walk around the metal dectors
the risk, makin' a wish - never
Because we're clever the name lives on forever
Makin' history, yes, every minute
Creatin' the future cause we're livin' in
through the ages generations of murder, written down in these
Pages
Of a book overlooked and forgotten in history
A place where the secret is surrounded by
on
Never wake from yesterday's fears
It's history no mystery
A time will come when we call all be one or we'll be
Far too gone
Far too gone
Holding on my
shine
Look its not a game with me.[nigga]
Been broke kinfolk
Now I pop chris.
You would do tha same thang
If you knew my history
Hataz seen my
wonder, golden days of history,
On spinning blades I'm the god of thunder, what's my name again? That will do
Flyboys, they get all the glory, working men
I don't wanna talk about things we've gone through,
Though it's hurting me, now it's history.
I've played all my cards and that's what you've done
with a history of love
Knowing she relies on me
But I'm on my way to an unpredicted fall
Feet under the covers now
Lips sealed tight till I hear a sound
this
Shawty Lo, I'm ten toes down
Up the sideline tryin' to stay in bounds
I just sold a hundred and it just touched down
Call them aliens, time
I don't wanna talk about things we've gone through,
Though it's hurting me, now it's history.
I've played all my cards and that's what you've done
it's history
I've played all my cards
And that's what you've done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play
The winner takes it all
The loser
to the boss man for a raise
Just enough to hit minimum wage
He said ?I?d like to put your mind at ease
But it just don?t grow on trees?
Collection calls won?t
hitting us
Cocoa brown boys with red bums
Funny ah just to recollect ooh reminess back then when we were kids
My man we got history running deep
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