album cover
Long Time
274
Rap
Long Time was released on May 1, 2026 by SoSouth as a part of the album Talk Of The Streets 2
album cover
Release DateMay 1, 2026
LabelSoSouth
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM91

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
OTB Fastlane
OTB Fastlane
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nakia Norman
Nakia Norman
Lyrics

Lyrics

Look out there dont get yourself in some shit you can’t get out of
And I don’t do that internet beef, I do pop-ups
I just call Bone for the dope, ’cause he do rock-ups
Every **** rhymin’, gettin’ money, who can stop us?
We gon’ shine regardless, get your shades, who can block us?
My young **** itchin’ for some blood on they chopper
Licks meet me at the Burger King, but I ain’t servin’ Whoppers
Any **** havin’ ho problems can’t get no dollars
Prayed for my daddy, he was crushed at the doctor
Stroke fucked him up, couldn’t remember us at the doctor
They found cancer in my granny body, problem after problem
Plus the streets done got slow, so I’m squeezin’ on these dollars
Goddamn **** want you front em, they can’t buy it
Fuck a **** bitch, take her shoppin’, kill his pride
On Lou, I be tryna chill and let it slide
Knowin’ I can have hyenas chillin’ at that house
Ayy, watch Lil Dona get it out the mud, no lie
Back when he was havin’ pounds of reggie at his mama’s spot
Hall closet full of drugs, had my stepmama hot
Pimpin’ hoes, I took off with the first bitch I knocked
Yeah, yeah
Been a long time comin’
Started off a fuck-up, I couldn’t win
Used to lose it all, every night shootin’ dice
I just couldn’t get it right, dawg, back then
Some **** mind in a box, they don’t want shit
Main **** with that talk don’t be on shit
And if he is, I can tell he don’t want this
Fuck the other hoes, I’ma ball with my bitch
Da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da, da-da-da-da
How you gon’ help a **** when you tryna help yourself?
I think the law’s behind us, Thug gon’ bust a left
Have you ever caught your bitch cheatin’? Different feelin’ there
**** can’t dish what they dish out, that shit rare
First step of goin’ wrong is hittin’ a side bitch bare
Second step of goin’ wrong, makin’ a side bitch care
Match my bitch with another bitch, I wasn’t even dare
Bodies fallin’, **** screamin’ us, we wasn’t even there
Shit got fucked up, I called God, fuck a prayer
Like God, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked that bread off
Should’ve left that ho alone, I know I blew her head off
And I’m done smokin’, man, you see I cut that arm off
Aye I’m ready now my mind right, give me a shot
The rap game, all them **** trash, give me a spot
If you don’t wanna give me rap, now give me a block
Or I’ma have to take somethin’, go and get me a Glock
I know some **** that I knew hate to see me on top
You fucked up, switch it around, ain’t no reason to cry
Next time you get that money flowin’
Just know it don’t stop
If he can do it, you can do it too, mash it up
Da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Been a long time comin’
Started off a fuck-up, I couldn’t win
Used to lose it all, every night shootin’ dice
I just couldn’t get it right, dawg, back then
Some **** mind in a box, they don’t want shit
Main **** with that talk don’t be on shit
And if he is, I can tell you don’t want this
Ayy, fuck the others, I’ma ball with my bitch
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Written by: Nakia Norman
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...