Been a Long Time

歌詞

Now allow me to reintroduce myself My name Stak, and from way way back I've been getting paid for my appearance on track You a clearance rack rapper, ballin' on a budget Trying to push it on the public, but if that's you, fuck it When I was broke, I smoked economic strain When I was heartbroken, I depicted the pain Before the rap dope, I spoke cocaine Al la mota, trucks, and planes Truckers, pilots, guns, and violence No airbags in it, probably used to be my shit But I ain't driving, I had somebody drive it Time passes on, gotta be so private The statutes of limitations allow me to tell you more about Jason The story, the saga, not guilty your honor The man behind the don, the whale off in the water The godfather of this white boy rap shit Speak a different opinion and get kidnapped bitch Classy, never flashy, epic shit That I'm gonna spit til them alpha bits come get me Richly blessed, who would've guessed That I'd see my way through my 20's, I'm gonna die getting money Hip-hop's waiting on a heart transplant And I love her so much, I'd give her mine, and Conduct surgery, fuck the jewelry Do you before you have a chance to do me And leave it in the hands of a judge and jury What I gave his bitch ass was a piece of the fury I'm angry, they say I'm not the same me My money changed them, and then they changed me All night, counting different denominations Carpel tunnel, in the game no worker's compensation Real talk, I'm measuring my conversation Weighing them so I know what they're worth when I'm saying them The word man, I've got syllables and nouns Ten years ago, you've might've found some pounds But now the mic's the strap The banks the scape The crew's still the crew But my rhymes are weight I'm no fuck boy, I erupt volcanic Should've learned your lesson about not listening, Bin Laden Madden ain't the pros, Myspace ain't the industry That line's gonna have a lot of people pissed at me I'm destiny, I'm the fate of hip-hop KRS move his mouth, I'm gonna open him up Show improve, I live and die by the drive-by Easier to find than wi-fi Y'all SCI-FI, but I'm down to earth Y'all nerds who don't know what a pound is worth Never worked a vacuum sealer, boy stop lying You're not a hustler, young pimpin', you a client Buying more drugs than you ever sold You a junkie on the low from what I was told I'm back and I'm going in on anything lookin' at me Exactly what the game needed, open hand smacking Wake up, I'm bout to shake up shit God forbid you wake up in the middle of it Like, What the fuck? Mother fucker don't move There ain't a mother fucker in this room I won't do This is the return of the big ass white boy Back with my head right Still ain't got caught dead, red light Fight, fight, fight, fight (echoes) Until there's nothing left to fight about If tonight's the night, fuck it then I'm going out It's been a long time, I shouldn't left you Without some white boy shit to rep to UHHHH!!!!