WEMADEHISTORY

[Intro]
Yeah (Oh)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
See the twinklin' lights and shit, you know what I'm sayin'? (Oh-oh-oh)
Panoramic views out the penthouse, haha (Yeah, oh)
Nackman (Yeah)
Check it out, yo

[Verse 1]
Looking down at the city lights, it feel great (It's amazing)
Fiend hit the pipe, then he drifted to outer space (Vroom)
My lawyer beat the fuck out the case (Aha)
Pussy for bitches I don't chase (Nah!)
No limit since '97
Y'all niggas became 'bout it 'bout it late (Oh!)
I was international, operations from out the gate, hypercake
[?]
Y'all niggas have a sip of Dom P, not to say (Whip up)
Cops pull me over, no hablo inglés
Full cycle (Bring it back, son)
Pull the rifle and watch as all the robbers get laced up
They done done it, now fuckin' with Nack, credit done paced up
[?]
Under will balance the instability of tomic (Boom)
Smoke reefer chronics, sippin' whiskey and tonic (Splash!)
Think about my journey flyin' through the night sky everytime that I see a comet (Zoom)
Woah, zoom (Woah)

[Chorus]
'Cause we the truth not a mystery (Mystery, we the truth)
I drop the blues driftin, been to the bridge (Yeah, been to the bridge)
How many pounds? How many grams? How many pills you need? (How many pills you need?)
Yeah (Yeah)
'Cause we the truth not a mystery (Not a mystery, truth, son)
Yeah (Word, yo)
Help 'em I need to bring him 'em through, we made history (Aha)

[Verse 2]
Couple flips then we dipped to Miami, day instant (305)
East sugar with bitches with penny ways, essentially (Mommy!)
To see another Nackman born it could take centuries (That's a fact)
I'm one of the greastest minds (You reaper)
Rappin' or trappin', the grace, they gon' mention me, Lord
I stay plenty safe from the penitentiary board
Mentally on my truthest square (I'm on a joint, son)
Pass, present or future, fuck it, the proof is there
Ruger sharin' a shell with him, suddenly used a flare (Boaw!)
Who could compare with me? Brought grams through the air
With unpoppable wapanese
Shot man, soon prepare (Brrt)
And everytime the music stop a different ass on me drop like musical chairs
Weak nigga, you wishin' that you was here (Ad-lib)
But you a long way from us
The small weight movin' hallway runners (Fuck outta here)
We be countin' hunnids (Ching)
Ten Ks, intense waves, niggas manoeuvre, we skate, doin' hard yay numbers (Trap)
Ballin' like Jayson Tatum, shootin' [?] jumpers, splash! (Splash! Bloaw, woo!)

[Chorus]
'Cause we the truth not a mystery (Not a mystery, truth, son)
I drop the blues driftin, been to the bridge (Toma!)
How many pounds? How many grams? How many pills you need? (How many pills you need?)
Yeah (Yeah)
'Cause we the truth not a mystery (Not a mystery)
I drop the blues driftin, been to the bridge (Blues)
How many pounds? How many grams? How many pills you need? (How many you need, son?)
Yeah (Word)
Help 'em I need to bring him 'em through, we made history (Proof, son, word, yeah)
Help 'em I need to bring him 'em through, we made history, cuh

[Outro]
We at Peru and Panama
The cocaine cartels find new routes for their product
One of them now goes through the Dominican Republic
NBC's Brad Willis
Cocaine and marijuana seas just days ago in the Dominican Republic
This is the expanding pipeline
Hundreds of millions of dollars worth of drugs, now bein' flown here from Columbia
On the way to the streets of America
The Dominican Republic is fertile ground for smugglers
Only the unlucky few will get caught
Many politicans and police shake bribes or look the other way
The army is short on money and modern crime fighting technology
Unable to afford even nightvision goggles, used by drug runnin' pilots
The average Dominican makes about 50 dollars per month, barley enough money to survive
Sellin' crack cocaine on the streets of America they can make thousands of dollars and profits every week
It's a temptation that more and more people here are finding hard