To Make a Long Story Longer (feat. Jonwayne)

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 comparin' arrogance

Apparently we scared and only acting in secure release

Them overcome their fear

The ones who don't the ones who 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 rappin' like rage and got Robin good

From the west side mobbin' out to  Hollywood

Once the street lights on, I guess I probably should

Make my way back home way before platform

I was comin' up quick without a pop in the mix

And I ain't talkin' 'bout sound

My pops and I had to split

Self taught to be a man I learned how to behave

Cut my teeth at Venice beach and had a few closed shades

Been a lot of places when I stare at the mat

But never been the therapy for me, that's rap

I ain't tryna save the world won't continue to spin

Just the people standin' on it gonna pay for our sins

Ain't concerned with the mens that's why I write in the cold

And I've been righin' all my wrongs while I write in the cold

Got the fuck outta dodge and saw the world unfold

Origami in my palm, I need my girls untold, for real

To make a long story longer

It was ten years ago when I took my mama's laptop

Bootlegged a copy of Fruity Loop to get famous

Spent five years makin' bullshit

Rippin' innocents like a culprit

Dippin' in my memories, savings playin' the Gang Zen

Rap game, rum hand

If you say different then I'll slap you with my cum hand

Rookie to be master laps and raps over a ghetto blaster

Dapper when I'm mackin', fatter when when I'm trackin'

And she said

Like you I'm only good as my back end

So no slouchin'

Whether or not it's rains father to no clouds

If only just to make your boy so proud

I'ma tell you when to go now

Ghost ride it

My third eye ghostwrite it

I don't fight it

'Cause that's where my flows so tightest

But I been tight since hair was like Bo Bice

I was in the cut like scissors with my dykes

Winnin' like chicken dinners and grinnin' like I been sinnin'

Rockin' that tit glitter

And if you're mad at  what we're doing then you been bitter

Body forbid my heart is a martyr

Longevity, my alma mater

And on a two grid until I'm a goner

To make a long story longer