HIStory YFN Lucci (Ft. Bigga Rankin)

[Intro]
Run that shit from the top, Snoop (Real nigga— Real nigga— Real nigga radio)
A fact of life is that we will be remembered more for what we destroy than what we built
History is written by the victors
That's why we must win at all costs
This your story (Ayy), take off young nigga! (Uh), Think it's a game?

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, I told the bitch this a dinner date
She wanna fuck on me then stay
Pulled off in a Stingray
Soft topped her
Babe Ruth, knocked the socks off her
No softball, I'm an outlaw
You a cornball, I got hot sauce, yeah
Got a lil' packed out
I got them racks on me right now
I touched a 30 'fore I did my first show
Shawty had them thangs for the low
Who asked shawty? Hell if I know, huh
Parked the Benz at the front door
Uhh, Cartiers on me, these frames
Can't snatch these from me, Deebo
Rest in peace, my nigga Geno
Uh, we was on the front street
Had a MAC-10, I was 14
We was going everywhere four deep
Parked the green Bim right across the street
Air Force 1 whiter than a key
Big dog bark then they gon' eat
They gon' spark shit 'bout me, yeah
Niggas all on my line talkin' 'bout they starving
Nigga, we used to starve back then
Fucked up, we used to rob back then
Lucked up, hit on some cards back then
Where the hell were y'all boys at then?
Packed up at mail call back then
We ain't seen homeboy since when? (When?)
Ain't trying to do no more features
I don't like you, I don't need you, I'ma slide by my people
I'm go lay down and do time, my freedom
I can't go nowhere without my nina (Nina)
I can't go nowhere without my nina (Nina)