Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snotty Nose Rez Kids
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Ju
Composer
Quinton Nyce
Songwriter
Darren Metz
Songwriter
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
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