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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
Vocals
FOREVEROLLING
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Songwriter
Royce Monroe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
EST Gee
Recording Engineer
FOREVEROLLING
Producer
Royce Monroe
Mixing Engineer
Don Cannon
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
How much longer it's gon' take?
How much longer it's gon' take?
How much longer it's gon'?
[Verse 2]
That's opinion-based, the fact is I put 90 on the interstate
Get it where it's sunny, then go serve it in a different state
How much longer it's gon' take? How much longer can you wait?
My play from down the way got twelve K
So eight should get you straight, this cheaper way
I'ma pop this Perc'-y and get geeked today
Round with this broomstick, don't get swept off of your feet today
Who really been with me still? I know who ain't keep it real
I don't feel a thang, so they can't find out what my weakness is
Tell your bitch I love her, she gon' tell me where your secrets hid
And her head was thunder, save her number under eat a kid
Why you speak on what I did? What you want me, do a bid?
I don't beef on social sites, the only place I'm getting killed
Posted where the demons live, we locked it in, in blood
I ain't pay for it
We call it stepping in the name of love
Could have dropped a thousand chains
But we been buying dope and guns
I got everybody shot, so's I couldn't pinpoint who it was
Bitch, be thankful that I made a way from **** in my hood
This for fun, not for funds, I been straight since twenty-one
Now I'm twenty-five, lot of **** hiding, a lot of **** dying
A lot of bitches telling me I'm fine, I think that they lying
They weren't checking for me in '09
Bitch, you through with crime
When I was in Huaraches and Filas I knew I would shine
I just wanted to take you with me
Hit the main one, give you fifty
Hit the small one, give you ten
Double back, get ten again
Drop the window, focus in, fuck it, hop out on your man
Trappers hit the front and ran, acting like they spending bands
**** don't even come down, pop
They know that's gone get em' popped
My **** know it's a cash prize involved, they catch a opp
Riding with them K's, soon as seen a opp, he had it cocked
If she made her way out to the island, she been eating cock
You know that this facts, this ain't something we got to speak about
Never leave my brothers, that ain't even something I gotta think about
Standing in the kitchen, water whipping at Aisha's house
Two, three bricks to NOLA
He been throwing, he can't even leave the house
I'ma get it in, give it to bro, and he gon' peace it out
If you show a piece of loyalty, then I can't leave you out
Rick said he gon' pay my lawyer fees and E gon' get me out
And E gon' keep that Fendi cheap, so EST designer down
Written by: George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones