Lyrics Dax – History
Text:
Man
It’s funny how things change man
We makin history
Dax!
It was history, yeah you know we made it (whoo)
Started in the basement now we rapping on these stages
I got all these people calling and I’m asking where have they been
Asking me to help em, so I tell em God will save em
I am not the one to pick up the pieces
If you want a ticket paid, there’s no VIP treatment
Started off as a janitor, my gym I was cleaning
I was moving piss, pushing shit, all while I was dreaming (whoo)
Now, they asking why you change how you do that
Wasn’t trying to stay the same, needed change and I knew that
To come up in the game with my name and this new rap (Dax)
Would have to go insane, fight the pain so I proved that I
I could go toe to toe with the best in the game, man that’s word to Cole
Sit at a table share a plate, man that’s word to Drake
Cause I was chosen for this shit, man that’s word to faith, man
Ain’t tryna do wrong, just right (no)
What’s left I was handed, grabbed on, took flight (flight)
Success I demanded, wasn’t gave the upper hand and tried to help you understand that I was made for the fight (fight)
Ain’t tryna do wrong, just right (right)
What’s left I was handed, grabbed on, took flight (flight)
Success I demanded, wasn’t gave the upper hand and tried to help you understand that I was made for this fight
We, we, we, we took the longer route (ha)
Now we the people in the books we would read about (yup)
Make fans look shook, have em scream and shout
Yell Dax, yell it back, yeah they scream it out (Dax)
Never guessing, I was headed for the light at the end of the tunnel
I was running through it all with my friends, I’m the only one who made it
Started basic, turned famous, now
I show em how to write they book, take minds, rearrange and reword the hook
Cause my words good as goals, so they play the crook
Let em eat, I ain’t hungry, how I played the crook, look
I’m just tryna help you understand
It’s strange how they change when you now is the man
Friends turn to fake, but to face, they the fam or they hate to ya face, but in secret they a fan, damn
Ain’t tryna do wrong, just right
What’s left I was handed, grabbed on, took flight (flight)
Success I demanded, wasn’t gave the upper hand and tried to help you understand that I was made for this fight, damn
Ain’t tryna do wrong, just right (right)
What’s left I was handed, grabbed on, took flight
Success I demanded, wasn’t gave the upper hand and tried to help you understand that I was made for this fight, man
Ain’t tryna do wrong, all right
What’s left I was handed, grabbed on, took flight
Success I demanded, wasn’t gave the upper hand and tried to help you understand that I was made for this fight, damn