[Verse 1]
I wrote this letter for my grandma and my auntie mayne
I got some people that really love me above me mayne
Sometimes I think about my people and I drop a tear
To talk to y'all I'll give this music shit up, I don’t care
I’m losing time, I’m losing minutes every night and day
Scared to pick up the phone ‘cause I think somebody gon die today
My grandpa called me told me grandson, I’m doing bad
I’m doing good but that convo got me doing bad
I look at pictures around my crib. my brother my sister
Hate that real life, doing y'all so bad, wish I was still little
And Imma liar if I say I ain’t wish I was still little
Them old folks tell ya man, ain’t nothing like life when you children
I miss the times that my momma put a whoopin on me
‘Cause I was punished but I snuck outside with all my homies
I miss them served sandwiches, that bread and that balogna
I miss not having to worry about who was my real homie
I miss riding my bike and pulling to that corner store
I bought two pieces but my pockets stole plenty more
I miss seeing momma at work, I miss her walking home
Man I miss everything that I don’t get to see no more
[Hook]
It’s been a long time
It’s been a long time
It’s been a long time
It’s been a long time
I wrote this letter for my grandma and my auntie mayne
I got some people that really love me above me mayne
Sometimes I think about my people and I drop a tear
To talk to y'all I'll give this music shit up, I don’t care
I’m losing time, I’m losing minutes every night and day
Scared to pick up the phone ‘cause I think somebody gon die today
My grandpa called me told me grandson, I’m doing bad
I’m doing good but that convo got me doing bad
I look at pictures around my crib. my brother my sister
Hate that real life, doing y'all so bad, wish I was still little
And Imma liar if I say I ain’t wish I was still little
Them old folks tell ya man, ain’t nothing like life when you children
I miss the times that my momma put a whoopin on me
‘Cause I was punished but I snuck outside with all my homies
I miss them served sandwiches, that bread and that balogna
I miss not having to worry about who was my real homie
I miss riding my bike and pulling to that corner store
I bought two pieces but my pockets stole plenty more
I miss seeing momma at work, I miss her walking home
Man I miss everything that I don’t get to see no more
[Hook]
It’s been a long time
It’s been a long time
It’s been a long time
It’s been a long time
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