Too Long 1982
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[Hook: Ea$y Money]
I done waited too long, now it's straight to the top
Been holding my breath for too long
Gotta make it to heaven, I done been through hell
Been holding this stress for too long
I done waited too long, now it's straight to the top
Been holding my breath for too long
Gotta make it to heaven, I done been through hell
Been holding this stress for too long
[Verse 1: Termanology]
I sleep two hour increments, flee from deadly incidents
Me and my clique we sip and dabble in the bricks
My life was undecided, divided by guns and violence
And sirens, I know I'm high and I'm flying, but who's the pilot?
Nobody home in his dome, I'm all alone in this zone
I'm finna make it all alone with these poems
You know, I'm like a lost prophet, and not to get off-topic
But I got enough skeletons to fill a large closet
I ain't a goon or a killer or a murderer
But I kill beats, and rappers I always murder them
My perspective on collecting money from reckless methods
Is get a check but check for detectives in the sketchy Lexus
Trying to arrest and check us for weapons and lead dispensers
But they stay rocking vest protectors or get sent to the essence
I write my rhymes with a complex-ness
So my content is fresh, cuz it's senseless to waste a bar or sentence
I done waited too long, now it's straight to the top
Been holding my breath for too long
Gotta make it to heaven, I done been through hell
Been holding this stress for too long
I done waited too long, now it's straight to the top
Been holding my breath for too long
Gotta make it to heaven, I done been through hell
Been holding this stress for too long
[Verse 1: Termanology]
I sleep two hour increments, flee from deadly incidents
Me and my clique we sip and dabble in the bricks
My life was undecided, divided by guns and violence
And sirens, I know I'm high and I'm flying, but who's the pilot?
Nobody home in his dome, I'm all alone in this zone
I'm finna make it all alone with these poems
You know, I'm like a lost prophet, and not to get off-topic
But I got enough skeletons to fill a large closet
I ain't a goon or a killer or a murderer
But I kill beats, and rappers I always murder them
My perspective on collecting money from reckless methods
Is get a check but check for detectives in the sketchy Lexus
Trying to arrest and check us for weapons and lead dispensers
But they stay rocking vest protectors or get sent to the essence
I write my rhymes with a complex-ness
So my content is fresh, cuz it's senseless to waste a bar or sentence
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