[Scratching]
(“To make a long story longer”)
[Verse 1: Evidence]
Yo, there’s a time and place for everything, so let me start the narrative
I think that I’m the best but I ain’t here comparing arrogance
Apparently you’re scared and only acting insecurely
Some overcome their fear—the ones that don’t the ones that worry me
I’ll only make it if I do for self
It’s a shame what another man’ll do for his wealth
The whoopin’ from a belt probably did me good
Made me look at the rich like I’m Robin Hood
I started rapping like Rage and got Robin good
From the Westside mobbin’ out to Hollywood
Once the streetlights are on, I guess I probably should
Make my way back home, way before Platform
I was coming up quick without a pop in the mix
And I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout sound—my pops and I had a split
Self-taught to be a man, I learned how to behave
Cut my teeth at Venice Beach and had a few close shaves
Been a lot of places when I stare at the map
But never been to therapy—for me, that’s rap
I ain’t tryna say the world won’t continue to spin
Just the people standing on it gonna pay for our sins
Being concerned with them ends is why I write in the cold
And I’ve been righting all my wrongs while I write in the cold
Got the fuck outta dodge and saw the world unfold
Origami in my palm and leave my girls untold, for real
To make a long story longer
(“To make a long story longer”)
[Verse 1: Evidence]
Yo, there’s a time and place for everything, so let me start the narrative
I think that I’m the best but I ain’t here comparing arrogance
Apparently you’re scared and only acting insecurely
Some overcome their fear—the ones that don’t the ones that worry me
I’ll only make it if I do for self
It’s a shame what another man’ll do for his wealth
The whoopin’ from a belt probably did me good
Made me look at the rich like I’m Robin Hood
I started rapping like Rage and got Robin good
From the Westside mobbin’ out to Hollywood
Once the streetlights are on, I guess I probably should
Make my way back home, way before Platform
I was coming up quick without a pop in the mix
And I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout sound—my pops and I had a split
Self-taught to be a man, I learned how to behave
Cut my teeth at Venice Beach and had a few close shaves
Been a lot of places when I stare at the map
But never been to therapy—for me, that’s rap
I ain’t tryna say the world won’t continue to spin
Just the people standing on it gonna pay for our sins
Being concerned with them ends is why I write in the cold
And I’ve been righting all my wrongs while I write in the cold
Got the fuck outta dodge and saw the world unfold
Origami in my palm and leave my girls untold, for real
To make a long story longer
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