History - Lloyd Banks

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