A Long run
It's just me and my fye
I forgot what a friend was
I was down bad on my dick
Had to pick myself up
Walking through the storm alone
I'm just looking for the sun
Everyday I wake up
I'm trying increase my funds
Rather kick it when I'm up
For now I'm done with the fun
Want a down bitch
But I'm all out of love
Every time I went about it
Always left me feeling stuck
Gave my feelings up
Then a nigga ran it up
Had to bounce back
Man I gave that bitch my last
Man she tried to fucking trap me
Man she knew it wouldn't last
Knew it wouldn't last
Look into the future
I'm not fond of looking back
Call good weed dopes
But we ain't fucking with no crack
Put his ass under pressure
Yea I bet that boy will crack
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I'm gone get that shit right back
Might go Air Force
Get out and fly them packs
How you a big dog?
But you fucking with a rat
Put some cheese on your head
And I ain't talking provolone
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Finna get some pros and loans
He was talking too reckless
Had to tell him watch his tone
That ain't his cheese he posting
Had to tell him get his own
Hit bro like I got some shit
That can really get us on
Cut bro out my circle
I know he will tell it all
Put up the foundation
Nigga ain't even build a wall
Would tell her how I feel
But I know she don't care at all
I like getting assist
These niggas don't know how to share the ball
Season of isolation
I'm just working on myself
Cut ties with these bitches
These hoes bad for my health
I couldn't save a hoe
If she was crying out for help
Trying play me like I'm dumb
She just lying to herself
Took my heart out my chest
Put it up on a shelf
I would be lying
If I said God wasn't there to help
The Lord is my shepherd
So who dare be against me?
You ain't even got to ask
Man you know this bitch with me
Strap weighing down my pants
Like them bitches can't fit me
Remember Me, Rod, and Twin
Hit a nigga up for sixty
Never had hoop dreams
Even back when I was hooping
If I pass you the ball
Then you can't be scared to shoot it
And if it come down to it
Then that fye got to use it
Cause if they take me
You had it on you you got to go
Choppa show no love
Yea it's spitting that shotta flow
Lil bro called my phone
Say he outside with a lot of smoke
223 like a dart
Ain't no dodging those
Whole gang finna blow
Nigga can't stop it though
I forgot what a friend was
I was down bad on my dick
Had to pick myself up
Walking through the storm alone
I'm just looking for the sun
Everyday I wake up
I'm trying increase my funds
Rather kick it when I'm up
For now I'm done with the fun
Want a down bitch
But I'm all out of love
Every time I went about it
Always left me feeling stuck
Gave my feelings up
Then a nigga ran it up
Had to bounce back
Man I gave that bitch my last
Man she tried to fucking trap me
Man she knew it wouldn't last
Knew it wouldn't last
Look into the future
I'm not fond of looking back
Call good weed dopes
But we ain't fucking with no crack
Put his ass under pressure
Yea I bet that boy will crack
Flipping stocks using credit
I'm gone get that shit right back
Might go Air Force
Get out and fly them packs
How you a big dog?
But you fucking with a rat
Put some cheese on your head
And I ain't talking provolone
Loading up Tor browser
Finna get some pros and loans
He was talking too reckless
Had to tell him watch his tone
That ain't his cheese he posting
Had to tell him get his own
Hit bro like I got some shit
That can really get us on
Cut bro out my circle
I know he will tell it all
Put up the foundation
Nigga ain't even build a wall
Would tell her how I feel
But I know she don't care at all
I like getting assist
These niggas don't know how to share the ball
Season of isolation
I'm just working on myself
Cut ties with these bitches
These hoes bad for my health
I couldn't save a hoe
If she was crying out for help
Trying play me like I'm dumb
She just lying to herself
Took my heart out my chest
Put it up on a shelf
I would be lying
If I said God wasn't there to help
The Lord is my shepherd
So who dare be against me?
You ain't even got to ask
Man you know this bitch with me
Strap weighing down my pants
Like them bitches can't fit me
Remember Me, Rod, and Twin
Hit a nigga up for sixty
Never had hoop dreams
Even back when I was hooping
If I pass you the ball
Then you can't be scared to shoot it
And if it come down to it
Then that fye got to use it
Cause if they take me
You had it on you you got to go
Choppa show no love
Yea it's spitting that shotta flow
Lil bro called my phone
Say he outside with a lot of smoke
223 like a dart
Ain't no dodging those
Whole gang finna blow
Nigga can't stop it though
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