Long Way
(Hold on)
I don't want nobody else but you
(You)
(You)
Sometimes I don't know how to move
Lil' bitch Im down and laying low, I keep my feelings in the stu
I was hungry with no money, but somehow I made it through
So now it's my responsibility, to show them how to move
I feel like Jayson Tatum, son be scoring with that deuce
We too deep up in this shit, like we could never make no truce
I pop another adderall, it put me in that mood
(Look) (look)
Baby I know that I'm bad for you
I'm like fuck it I did what I had to do
I was stuck on the block, on the avenue
And you keeping it real, I ain't mad at you
And I'm keeping it real, I won't cap to you
And you different, the reason I'm jacking you
I'm like fuck it, I'm still looking after you
(Look)
Bitch I'm moving like a king, so I can't let them pull my card
I ran me up a hundred, told lil' bro we living large
I can't stop, until I got a fucking twenty car garage
I gotta whip that double r, with that ceiling full of stars
Nigga, any-anyone that know me, knows I really came a long way
I was flipping pack up after pack, up in that hall way
I only made it here, 'cause I ain't listen what they all say
Brodie up the 'choppa, it start singing like Beyoncé
I don't want nobody else but you
(You)
(You)
Sometimes I don't know how to move
Lil' bitch Im down and laying low, I keep my feelings in the stu
I was hungry with no money, but somehow I made it through
I don't want nobody else but you
(You)
(You)
Sometimes I don't know how to move
Lil' bitch Im down and laying low, I keep my feelings in the stu
I was hungry with no money, but somehow I made it through
So now it's my responsibility, to show them how to move
I feel like Jayson Tatum, son be scoring with that deuce
We too deep up in this shit, like we could never make no truce
I pop another adderall, it put me in that mood
(Look) (look)
Baby I know that I'm bad for you
I'm like fuck it I did what I had to do
I was stuck on the block, on the avenue
And you keeping it real, I ain't mad at you
And I'm keeping it real, I won't cap to you
And you different, the reason I'm jacking you
I'm like fuck it, I'm still looking after you
(Look)
Bitch I'm moving like a king, so I can't let them pull my card
I ran me up a hundred, told lil' bro we living large
I can't stop, until I got a fucking twenty car garage
I gotta whip that double r, with that ceiling full of stars
Nigga, any-anyone that know me, knows I really came a long way
I was flipping pack up after pack, up in that hall way
I only made it here, 'cause I ain't listen what they all say
Brodie up the 'choppa, it start singing like Beyoncé
I don't want nobody else but you
(You)
(You)
Sometimes I don't know how to move
Lil' bitch Im down and laying low, I keep my feelings in the stu
I was hungry with no money, but somehow I made it through
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Writer(s): B Mill
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