| This is God's plan, he said it to me |
| An angel either side of my bed in a dream |
| Singin' "You don't know what you've yet to achieve |
| And you're destined to some shit you would never believe" |
| Now the garden same size as Adam and Eve's |
| I got trees, a forest you better belive |
| For the bass and the treble, I triple the fee |
| How can I sleep when there's money to get with the team? |
| You disrespect the sixteen, your head on a beam |
| For the lust of the money, the head of the queen |
| I done shit I didn't think I could ever redeem |
| I'm from South where they struggle with sayin' your name |
| But it's easy when pronouncin' you dead on the scene |
| So when you see me on these stages, steppin' in clean |
| I hope |
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| You know it's history in the makin' |
| Shall we make it? Oh God |
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| Yeah |
| And when they talk on my name in this country, they gon' tell you that I'm |
| already a legend |
| Streatham that I'm reppin', clean steppin', bro, you need to forget it |
| Fuck ecofriendly, my car eco-aggressive |
| And my ego aggressive, better leave me a message |
| Yeah, you've done it for a year, but that ain't impressive |
| I give a fuck about success if it ain't successive |
| That ain't (History) |
| City's gonna listen on repeat |
| Gone a couple summers, so they miss me on the beat |
| It don't matter if she pretty and petite |
| If she ain't B, she can't even kiss me on the cheek |
| Mum said "Never build a house on sand" |
| But I don't think I listen 'cah the villas by the beach |
| And I did it off of beats, I just whip it and I screech |
| Anytime you see my niggas in the streets |
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| You know it's history in the makin' |
| Shall we make it? Oh God |
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| Did I, did I get addicted to the life? |
| Was it all that I wanted? |
| And it was fun for a while |
| But history's smiles on us |
| Now we're on to something |
| Warm to somethin' higher |
| Now hold my hand close |
| I'm inspired |
| And I'm holdin' on to a version of our lives |
| Where' you're still mine |
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| You know it's history in the makin' |
| Shall we make it? Oh God |
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| Yeah |
| My mum told me what my name really means and the powers just kicked in |
| Got me thinkin' back to days when I was a victim to this ting |
| Thinkin' I was keepin' it balanced |
| I was even embarrassed, sellin' CDs in Paris |
| But this music gave me everything I need in a marriage |
| I can't speak sideways on grime, John Galore garage |
| When I know that this is the reason we managed to make (History) |
| Don't be a hero, I ain't lookin' to hurt anyone |
| I got a clean one, and I got a dirty one |
| I never see a man late to his own funeral, but |
| I done see a man show up early to one |
| I prefer the one that's slim, but I don't mind me the curvier one |
| And I'm comin' from the South of the river, where the sky's black |
| If not for the history that we made, they wouldn't like rap |
| Niggas tryna water down our ting, it's time to fight back |
| For seventy hours I've been steppin' with powers |
| And it's definitely ours, it's time |
| You mention my name, better know that you're playin' with pepper |
| You borrowed a mill', and I told him to "Pay me whenever" |
| Knew it was different from the moment we came in |
| And you can call me, 'cause I said it verbatim |
| The woman with me like a renaissance paintin' |
| I'm Michelangelo's David |
| And anytime you mention me in a statement, you better know that it's- |
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| History |
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