Long Road Lyrics

Coming from the bottom, the bottom, the bottom, the bottom

I'm from the bottom, from the bottom, I'm from the bottom

Long road, what you don't know

I'm off that long road

Where them niggas living, dying by the gun

It's been a long road

Coming from the bottom, what you don't know

Won't hurt you, that's a lie, I'm off that long road

Still up in the bottom, where them niggas living, dying by the gun

I tell them so, so, when they ask me, how I'm feeling

Blunts be on, swole, that's how I like my swishers

Like I'm co-co prefer em kind of slender

For her nigga, she gon' bust that fuckin' gun

Rolling, rolling, rolling, I don't sleep anyway

A good dream ain't shit, but a nightmare when you wake

Funny how having money change your taste

Change, it's inevitable, the truth I can't contain

I just can't let a stop sign make it swinging

Swerving, going crazy, everyday, violating

Give a fuck about probation

Hoes act like they had my baby and I ain't paid

What I'm supposed to pay them

Just keep stepping, drum major, and hope they don't fall in formation

Mary Jane's the only girl with whom I have had relations

Was gone, ten years, so I have no more patience

Hoes, not important, and a trick, can not amaze me

Shit, and I ain't thinking bout no babies

Nigga, when we pull up and jump out

With pumps out, hollering bout what's up now

Motherfuckers on stand down, no click clack

Just bust rounds, go lay up with a bust down

And uh, uh, uh, uh

It's been a long road

Coming from the bottom, what you don't know

Won't hurt you, that's a lie, I'm off that long road

Still up in the bottom, where them niggas living, dying by the gun

I tell them so, so, when they ask me, how I'm feeling

Blunts be on, swole, that's how I like my swishers

Like I'm co-co prefer em kind of slender

For her nigga, she gon' bust that fuckin' gun

Now my niggas say, he ain't fucking with these hoes

Cause they tripping

I told them, I ain't fucking with these hoes

Cause they dripping, I'm not coasting

Tdo slow down, at least do the speed limit

I know we going for a ride

But you must be tripping

If you worried, then I'm worried

If I'm worried, then be worried

Everything i touch, turn to gold

This shit dope, I'mma serve it

Shit you out here in the way

Tell me what's your purpose

When they try to show out

That's when I close the curtains

Nigga, when we pull up and jump out

Jump out

No click, clack, just bust rounds

Nigga, when we pull up and jump out

Where them niggas living, dying by the gun

Coming from the bottom

Won't hurt you, that's a lie

Yeah, I'm still up in the bottom

Where them niggas living, dying by the gun