Long Winters
I had too many...
But I gotta thank god
L V
I had too many long ass winters & ate to many cold ass dinners but I gotta thank god
Kus it made me a grown ass nigga
If you owe me, you can hold that nigga
I got gwap
These niggas still broke, it's so sad
Don't know how to chase they own bag
Gotta chase it non stop
Ever since the day I got stabbed
I've been paper chasing on the ave
Till the day I'm on top
I'm in my bag like school supplies
Your bitch hype kus she fucking with the cooler guys
I can't lie, a couple niggas loosing lives
Kus we letting shots off, we ain't using knives
Whip hot so we trafficking in Uber rides
I was moving biscuits, now I'm moving pies
These niggas ain't seen money, I tell them use your eyes
& fuck em niggas, you a op if you aint choosing sides
All my niggas awaiting trail
So I'm looking at my notebook like I gotta make it now
Remember back in the days, I was tryna make a thou
Rihanna when it come to the drama, take a bow
I had too many long ass winters & ate to many cold ass dinners but I gotta thank god
Kus it made me a grown ass nigga
If you owe me, you can hold that nigga
I got gwap
These niggas still broke, it's so sad
Don't know how to chase they own bag
Gotta chase it non stop
Ever since the day I got stabbed
I've been paper chasing on the ave
Till the day I'm on top
These are my dope boy diaries
I just finished bagging coke & this lil hoe keep eyeing me
She begging me to stay (beggin' me to stay)
But she know that I gotta leave
10 missed calls later, now she getting up, off of her knees
Hit the road, play my music, demons taunting me
Grab the Glock, don't wanna use it but they ain't robbing me
Momma, I know the world is what you want for me
But I might havta do some time if these niggas keep trying me
I swear, I'm just a hustler in the making
They ain't never took their mother on vacation
I guess they jealous, use to be the gang but fuck them if they're hating
Tryna grow, they say a motherfucker changing
I came up
I had too many long ass winters & ate to many cold ass dinners but I gotta thank god
Kus it made me a grown ass nigga
If you owe me, you can hold that nigga
I got gwap
These niggas still broke, it's so sad
Don't know how to chase they own bag
Gotta chase it non stop
Ever since the day I got stabbed
I've been paper chasing on the ave
Till the day I'm on top
But I gotta thank god
L V
I had too many long ass winters & ate to many cold ass dinners but I gotta thank god
Kus it made me a grown ass nigga
If you owe me, you can hold that nigga
I got gwap
These niggas still broke, it's so sad
Don't know how to chase they own bag
Gotta chase it non stop
Ever since the day I got stabbed
I've been paper chasing on the ave
Till the day I'm on top
I'm in my bag like school supplies
Your bitch hype kus she fucking with the cooler guys
I can't lie, a couple niggas loosing lives
Kus we letting shots off, we ain't using knives
Whip hot so we trafficking in Uber rides
I was moving biscuits, now I'm moving pies
These niggas ain't seen money, I tell them use your eyes
& fuck em niggas, you a op if you aint choosing sides
All my niggas awaiting trail
So I'm looking at my notebook like I gotta make it now
Remember back in the days, I was tryna make a thou
Rihanna when it come to the drama, take a bow
I had too many long ass winters & ate to many cold ass dinners but I gotta thank god
Kus it made me a grown ass nigga
If you owe me, you can hold that nigga
I got gwap
These niggas still broke, it's so sad
Don't know how to chase they own bag
Gotta chase it non stop
Ever since the day I got stabbed
I've been paper chasing on the ave
Till the day I'm on top
These are my dope boy diaries
I just finished bagging coke & this lil hoe keep eyeing me
She begging me to stay (beggin' me to stay)
But she know that I gotta leave
10 missed calls later, now she getting up, off of her knees
Hit the road, play my music, demons taunting me
Grab the Glock, don't wanna use it but they ain't robbing me
Momma, I know the world is what you want for me
But I might havta do some time if these niggas keep trying me
I swear, I'm just a hustler in the making
They ain't never took their mother on vacation
I guess they jealous, use to be the gang but fuck them if they're hating
Tryna grow, they say a motherfucker changing
I came up
I had too many long ass winters & ate to many cold ass dinners but I gotta thank god
Kus it made me a grown ass nigga
If you owe me, you can hold that nigga
I got gwap
These niggas still broke, it's so sad
Don't know how to chase they own bag
Gotta chase it non stop
Ever since the day I got stabbed
I've been paper chasing on the ave
Till the day I'm on top
Credits
Writer(s): Kobie Turner
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