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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
MO3
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Melvin Noble
Songwriter
Rob Stovall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rob Stovall
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
It's been a long a long time coming (Long time coming)
But I know to keep my gun (Yeah)
I was raised wit a pistol (Pistol)
On a lil street, Forest Lane
And Audelia
What made me this (Made me this), oh, yes it did
[Verse 2]
I had to make up my mind (My mind)
I took that weight off my shoulder (I took that weight off my)
I done been down for so long (So long)
Sleeping from sofa to sofa (Sleeping from sofa to sofa)
Now I'ma step on these lil' biddy bitches
In some brand new Gucci loafers (Bitch, I'm Gucci walking in)
I got tired of eating Big Momma's chicken
Now, it's Beni's when I want it
Ran up the rent, I can't pay it, I'm sick
The office acting like some hoes (Some hoes)
Tryna kick me out, they want me gone (Want me gone)
Putting eviction on the door (Putting eviction on it)
I got **** in they feelings (They feelings)
Boy, you shouldn't of been a hoe (Yous a hoe)
Murder one, it won't get solved
Gon' make me wipe a **** nose
OZ of some blow, I'm tryna whip it till it go
I got the game from my old head
But he ain't tell me bout the snow (He ain't tell me bout the snow)
He only told me bout the rain (The rain)
He ain't tell me **** cold (**** cold)
My partner tried to cross me out (What?)
For a ratchet ass hoe (That's a shame, my ****)
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I was down on my dick
I was so broke, I couldn't fix it
(I was so broke, I couldn't fix it)
Nothing at home worth shit
And **** acting like bitches
It's been a long time coming (Long time)
Long time coming (Long time)
But I know to keep my gun (To keep my gun, to keep my gun)
Where I come from (Where I come from)
Where I come from (Where I come from)
It's been a long time coming (Long time)
Long time coming (Long time)
But I know to keep my gun (To keep my gun, to keep my gun)
Where I come from (Where I come from)
Where I come from
[Verse 4]
I've stood in the field with that 30, lil ****
My finger itching for the feddy
Remember when **** ain't like me
Now they treat me like a legend
They say I'm preaching like the reverend
A **** sneak me, it get deadly
I bring Demons to his section
The Desert Eagle leave him headless
I talk that shit that **** wanna hear
I live the life, you **** in the field
I bought a chopper, keep it at the crib
Catch a **** lacking, off him, he get killed
While I pull up in a new Mercedes, Forgiato rims
Bitches tryna rape me, wanna have my kids
Your baby daddy hate me, say that he gon' see me
He jumped in that water, don't know how to swim
[Verse 5]
I'm still the same ****, used to be on that block
And it's been a little minute, they ain't seen him in the spot
Got the lil' biddy bitches tryna fuck on me now
No more hanging out the window when I pull in the drop
No more noodles in the house, it's fettuccine in the trap
It was barbecue wings, now we eating at the top
My partner hating for no reason
He was sleeping on my couch
Fake love, I don't need it
You can keep it, that's a fact (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 6]
Yeah, I was down on my dick
I was so broke, I couldn't fix it
(I was so broke, I couldn't fix it)
Nothing at home worth shit
And **** acting like bitches
It's been a long time coming
(Long time) Long time coming (Long time)
But I know to keep my gun (To keep my gun, to keep my gun)
Where I come from (Where I come from)
Where I come from (Where I come from)
It's been a long time coming
(Long time) Long time coming (Long time)
But I know to keep my gun (To keep my gun, to keep my gun)
Where I come from (Where I come from)
Where I come from
[Verse 7]
Never leave the house without my strap, I'ma keep that
**** talking flap behind my back, we gon' sweep that, yeah, hey
You gotta feel my pain, yeah
Written by: Melvin Noble, Robert Iii