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Way Too Long
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OG Mano
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I've been in these streets, been in these streets for way too long But all my people in these streets, that's why it's home Chase a bag, sometimes I get it on my own Around my brother, partner, check, I'm in the zone We comin' from broken homes with some broken souls This for my n***as who ain't here with me no more All my losses left me permanently scarred If you never risk it, you ain't see any reward, ooh Still we keep it gangster when we ride at you F**k around with the kid, there ain't no hidin', we'll be findin' you We was in the traphouse 'til that mornin' light come shinin' through I don't glorify it, just my story I be writin' you You can't hide inside the situations I was gettin' through I've been on a mission ever since I was a young yute Tryna get that money, move my mom up out the ghetto Now I'm on a mission, you won't find me past the rent on Racks up in the safe now Racks torn in the safe now You thought you was safe? Nah You ain't never safe, nah Streets is not a game, nah People 'round the way, nah I can hear that waste Still better not mourn on the estate, nah Who said? Got them goons here Now we workin' with them longlegs, take your whole head off We gon' get that Mulsanne with that big check Ooh, ridin' 'round with that money I've been in these streets, been in these streets for way too long But all my people in these streets, that's why it's home Chase a bag, sometimes I get it on my own Around my brother, partner, check, I'm in the zone We comin' from broken homes with some broken souls This for my n***as who ain't here with me no more All my losses left me permanently scarred If you never risk it, you ain't see any reward, ooh If you don't take no risk, there ain't no reward, no You ain't got a clue 'bout what all of this mean to me I've been tryin' my hardest, I swear the Lord knows Mommy told me she can't bear the thought of losin' me I said f**k the police, I won't ever talk, no Tryna double my digits and flip some more O's I'm from a place where them straps are banging like p***os RIP bro, they got him in his torso I cried tears for my n***as, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Risk my life for these figures here (Yeah, yeah) It's do or die for my n***as, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Broken souls, now we winners here (Yeah, yeah) If it's beef, you know we spray rounds (Spray rounds) Free up all my n***as in the jailhouse (Jailhouse) I'ma scream for it 'til I lay down (Down) 'Cause I've been in these streets, n***a I've been in these streets, been in these streets for way too long But all my people in these streets, that's why it's home Chase a bag, sometimes I get it on my own Around my brother, partner, check, I'm in the zone We comin' from broken homes with some broken souls This for my n***as who ain't here with me no more All my losses left me permanently scarred If you never risk it, you ain't see any reward, ooh I've been in these streets for way too long, I lost n***as along the way Lost n***as along the way We've been beefin' way too long, I might end up down in the grave (Might end up down in the grave) With a reverend in the room, mommy tell me that she still pray (Mommy tell me that she still pray) With my G's, I'm with my dawgs and we reppin' for where I stay 'Cause I've been in the streets, n***a
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