Back In Long Beach (feat. Bruhmanegod)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh I remember back in Long Beach, sittin' in the crib Everybody down bad, never on shit A nigga wanna leave but nobody got a whip Spent the summertime sad, it was hotter than a bitch Beers on the floor, tobacco on the walls Never thought I'd make it out, I put my back against the wall All my opps a bunch of bitches, I know they wan' see me fall I'm livin' happy at the end of it all I've been up all night, ain't take a shower in days I'm runnin' low on dope, if it's a problem we fade Crib dirty as a bitch, still I'm gettin' paid Livin' life with my niggas for the end of my days (Uh) I remember back in Long Beach, sittin' in the crib Everybody down bad, never own shit A nigga wanna leave but nobody got a whip Spent the summertime sad, it was hotter than a bitch Look, he under the pressure You couldn't get through to him, not with hundreds of lectures Live my life, finding ways to remove all the stressors So everyone dyin' off, guess it's all for the better Dead men walk on Hope the rest all find their ways Trap yourself behind a lock You pissed away, you pissed it all Took your only handful and then you threw it out Stupid, stupid child, nothing you can do about it What you looking sad for? You got what you asked for Shoot and hit the backboard, go get your own bag, whore And that's for anybody wastin' their time talkin' down Actin' really toughened now But I been around, you the softest cloud Tryna be the talk of town He lackin', i'ma walk him out The action is to stop the sound I've been waitin' for you I've been waitin' for you (For you, for you, for you) Uh, uh, uh, uh I remember back in Long Beach, sittin' in the crib Everybody down bad, never on shit A nigga wanna leave but nobody got a whip Spent the summertime sad, it was hotter than a bitch I remember back in Long Beach rentin' an apartment Tryna buy some Grabba but my niggas getting carded Told a nigga at the smoke shop that he acting retarded I could walk to the opp crib if I wanted But I probably won't You grow slower when you made out of stone, I guess Niggas switched that I let sleep on my floor The cold shoulder, oh, pick up the phone I just wanna, wanna, wanna talk Wanna talk to you What are you afraid of, pussy? I fuck those I've been in the alley drinkin' with cut throat Fuck you talkin' 'bout, you hypocrite nutso Suck my fuckin' skin off my dick and my balls If it fit in her walls, then it brick Tuck yo' fuckin' prick in your pants And go make up a dance that could get you some clicks, nigga You could be big I remember back in Long Beach, sittin' in The crib with no air condition It's some bare conditions And I got just what I wanted out Moved into a crib right when I wanted out I remember back in Long Beach, sittin' in the crib Everybody down bad, never on shit A nigga wanna leave but nobody got a car Everybody pussy while they hatin' from afar Yeah, throwin' up a hundred times A hundred for a hundred more, two-hundred forties Probably about two-hundred forty get me horny She want like two-hundred forty dollars Worth of bottles she could swallow I said, "Bitch, you look like Frida Kahlo" ugh Shoutout Frida Kahlo though, geronimo and Dominos free delivery I made lots of homies that can know me one minute And change who they appear to be Shape shift and left me, left me like Blake Griffin Rape Riffin, fake grippin', BAPE shipment Lame niggas came with us, ain't leave with 'em Goin' under when the seas hit 'em And weighin' heavy on a hard heart Darkie likin' how the tree get 'em Sniffin' weed out like an aardvark I don't really wanna be settin' an example for the way that y'all are 'Cause I live percussion, I can be rhythm But it's jammin' with 'em that's the hard part What the fuck were you just saying? That didn't even make any fuckin' sense Ay, suck my fuckin' dick