History In The Making

[Intro]
Ya (nah mean)
It what it feel like, nigga this what it look like (wait your turn)
I got my son in the booth (game changing)
That boy Lil’ Major with me
Stay solid, stay yourself, man

[Chorus]
Feelin’ like and lookin’ like it
I been goin’ designer crazy
Ain’t gotta settle for them Nike’s

I been livin’ out the mall
I been poppin’ all them tags
When you get yo shit together they gon see you ain’t gotta brag, nigga
Ya

Stay on yo grind, stay patient
What the fuck you got your hand out for, go get it, why you waitin’?
All that sittin’ back, Insta watchin’, that shit just turn to hatin’
Gotta know that all that struggle shit just history in the makin’, nigga
Ya

[Verse 1]
Stayin’ solid, won’t sell my soul
All the game I got for sale
And certain shit just can’t be told
I done seen this money make the realest niggas turn hoes
I done seen the streets make the niggas with the biggest hearts turn cold

Nah, for real man, can’t make this shit up (I can’t make this shit up man)
Yeah, I seen niggas switch up, nigga bitch up, man
I seen a nigga get picked up

[Pre-Chorus]
Man, I always been a risk taker
100 racks make me a bitch taker
Before a verse, I was a hit taker
Tellin’ the truth inside this truth
Now they callin’ me a hit maker
Knew I was destined for that big paper
Ya

[Chorus]
Feelin’ like and lookin’ like it
I been goin’ designer crazy
Ain’t gotta settle for them Nike’s

I been livin’ out the mall
I been poppin’ all them tags
When you get yo shit together they gon see you ain’t gotta brag, nigga
Ya

Stay on yo grind, stay patient
What the fuck you got your hand out for, go get it, why you waitin’?
All that sittin’ back, Insta watchin’, that shit just turn to hatin’
Gotta know that all that struggle shit just history in the makin’, nigga
Ya

[Verse 2]
Do it for my dogs
Nigga locked up, dead and gone
Know I’m with you right or wrong
By any means, that make it home
To my enemies, I promise won’t be long before you gone
If I wasn’t on that drill, know that hit came through my phone, nigga

Steps calculated
Know lil’ Boppo movin’ militant
Give a fuck who don’t like it
Know the real niggas feelin’ it
Save real smoke, you won’t catch me on no chillin’ shit
They know who to play with, everybody know them killin’ shit

[Pre-Chorus]
Man, I always been a risk taker
100 racks make me a bitch taker
Before a verse, I was a hit taker
Tellin’ the truth inside this truth
Now they callin’ me a hit maker
Knew I was destined for that big paper
Ya

[Chorus]
Feelin’ like and lookin’ like it
I been goin’ designer crazy
Ain’t gotta settle for them Nike’s

I been livin’ out the mall
I been poppin’ all them tags
When you get yo shit together they gon see you ain’t gotta brag, nigga
Ya

Stay on yo grind, stay patient (yeah, shit speak for itself, nigga)
What the fuck you got your hand out for, go get it, why you waitin’?
All that sittin’ back, Insta watchin’, that shit just turn to hatin’ (don’t do no flexin’, nigga)
Gotta know that all that struggle shit just history in the makin’, nigga