Lyrics

Docs on my feet as I walk through the street Tryna fill the footprints of my forefathers With my city on my back and my reserve on the map We need more water, more life, more copper Knees weak but I'm walking with my chest out Chin up to the sky like I got a head dress on Head up in the clouds and I'm feeling we the best out Three albums in and there still no time for rest now Ayo, let me clear my head for a second! Lemme think about some shit I wouldn't think about I love holding up my people up Lemme feel myself for a minute Long hair, redskin, face tats represent You don't love us like you say you do What's love without trust? Hell naw I don't trust you Lately I been feeling more alive when I write Well connected to my spirit that's what Beau must of felt like Vision in his head, cedar block in his hand All I love is my people, my culture, my land God damn I gotta love me don't hold that above me Me, myself and I in good company I lost people on my journey but I found my identity There's nothing in my will but I'll leave you with a legacy, Woo! I'm feeling like a mothafuckin' legend Feeling like myself more than ever These stories live forever, they genetic. Its really up to you how you tell it You gon' learn today When that man comes around in that all black denim Dre beats on his head, ain't nothin' you can tell him. I've been feeling like a mothafuckin' legend Its been a long time coming for a youngin' from around the way He couldn't love himself til his hair got long and became a Brave And nothing was the same Have you seen a legend in your lifetime? Well Alriiight, he's a legend in his own mind Picture me rocking deer hide My spirit been a giant just like Andre & Eli Andale, andale, neechie EI EI Urban legend in this bitch, I feel like TI TI, Uh Ohhh All my ride or dies steady bonafide What we called? M-I-N-A-Y Young D for decolonize So revitalize em Yung Trybez, woo Christopher Wallace over Columbus My clan bring the ruckus like Wu-Tang My hair low like my nuts hang And it ain't no thang but a chicken wang, nah I got 99 cousins from all different dozens My homie that's facts Who ain't scared to fight back, its been like that Got a whole fuckin' nation here that feel like that! Screaming YI YI! Can I get a YI YI! One more time YI YI! Front line YI YI! War time Straight up like 12 o'clock, its hereditary Drum in hand, marching like a fuckin' military Yeah, I'm just a neechie on a journy Please, Creator have mercy Minay Movement on my jersey! All my dawgs down, hands down - 630, ya dig? I'm Kyrie with the feather when its game time Call it what you wanna, I'm from north side Yeah, this for the chiefs that we idolize We United Natives, word to Mobilize YI YI! One more time YI YI! OH MY! I gotta testify A legend never dies! My spirit live forever, fuck dying boy Its been a long time coming for a youngin' from around the way He couldn't love himself til his hair got long and became a Brave And nothing was the same Have you seen a legend in your lifetime? Well Alriiight, he's a legend in his own mind
Writer(s): Chris Ju, Darren Metz, Quinton Nyce Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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