History (His Story)

Bitches be thinking I'm all that, saying I'm rich, thought I never played the streets

Spent a few nights in a cold-ass car and baby I ain't had shit to eat

Niggas be thinking they got it go broke, tryna spend all their bread on all kinds of sneaks

I'm the type, make sure my rent and my bills paid and still got coin for all kinds of heat

I'm from the city, don't flaunt your designer, cause niggas'll robbed yours off your feet

I'm from a city where niggas get killed over bitches that don't even own a lease

Think you gon' run up on me, you get done up, like all of my niggas keep on a piece

I need a bitch that won't stress me, I been through enough, 23, I protect my peace

City so cold, I keep Dylan and Dream, in the tuck, best believe I protect my niece

If you got beef, my niggas eat it, you get deleted, rest in peace