Long Enough

Came a long way from sharin' rooms with my brother, yeah

We was on our own 'cause my momma worked a double, yeah

Couldn't afford designer, it was Hilfiger Tommy, yeah

I was ten, saw my cousin cookin' dope, he said, "Don't come in here"

Ever since then I been influenced to get that money up

Eight years old, I knew Ben Frank' was a hunnid, yeah

Count the cash, get the bag, track star, run it up

You might stress about your check because that shit not long enough

I woulda gave that bitch a whole mil' because I wanted her

Hollywood bitch, she got two kids and a tummy tuck

You put on my shit, you not weak, girl, you strong enough

You was my best friend when I was broke and I was lonely 'cause

I was your best friend when you was down and you were gonna blow

Back when we were swipin' EBT down by the corner store

I was in the gang, I was never watchin' from the crowd

In a long gray, I had my locker smellin' loud

Somewhere twelfth grade, 'round the time I made my first child

You'll see a lot of pain when you shake my hand, look at my eyes

I told my brother, "No more sharin' rooms, we gon' get a bigger house"

Never forget where I came, that was this about

Came a long way from sharin' rooms with my brother, yeah

We was on our own 'cause my momma worked a double, yeah

Couldn't afford designer, it was Hilfiger Tommy, yeah

I was ten, saw my cousin cookin' dope, he said, "Don't come in here"

Ever since then I been influenced to get that money up

Eight years old, I knew Ben Frank' was a hunnid, yeah

Count the cash, get the bag, track star, run it up

You might stress about your check because that shit not long enough

Money not a option, if we want it we gon' bag out

Bought that 442 from shawty, I damn near blew the tires out

Keep my concentration on that money, don't take my eyes off

We in this together, we can't lose 'cause it'll be our fault

Homie gon' make it up to you, I promise that my bad brother

Love me, genuine, just like you treat me with your last dollar

He must be from the North, he think he sneaky tryna fast talk

Four hundred thousand in that Louis duffle, that that bag talk

They say that money on your brain turn to bad thoughts

Homie keep some money in the bank and then my dad saw

I saw my cuz in the kitchen, he was fixing a quarter

Don't put these hoes before fam, blood thicker than water

Came a long way from sharin' rooms with my brother, yeah

We was on our own 'cause my momma worked a double, yeah

Couldn't afford designer, it was Hilfiger Tommy, yeah

I was ten, saw my cousin cookin' dope, he said, "Don't come in here"

Ever since then I been influenced to get that money up

Eight years old, I knew Ben Frank' was a hunnid, yeah

Count the cash, get the bag, track star, run it up

You might stress about your check because that shit not long enough