Long Journey (feat. Webbie)

I'ma do this for the struggle

All the **** tryna take us to court

All the **** tryna slow us down

All the rumors

That they know ain't true but they still spread em

All that shit

But we thank God for everything he gave us, real shit

I send some kisses up to Heaven for all my people who couldn't make

It hold on we all gotta go home, yeah

Remember that late night in the studio me

You and Q, remember that van the fit twelve but we put twenty-two?

We recorded in a trailer

Bats at night, gotta make a hit before I set that trap tonight

I wanna thank God for everything

Everything he done done it for this lil gangster mane

You ain't know I never changed around a million dollars

And we ain't gotta hang **** but we still partners

Money coming like a freight train we smoking good

**** go home just to ride big thru the hood

We livin' good

Pussy **** tryna take us to court

Everytime you look around a **** spending some dough

But I wanna thank him for

The blessing he gave me

The thirty minutes on stage for the ten Gs, baby

Dear God I thank you for

Everything you gave to us

You kept them devils away from us

And helped to make a better way for us

Dear God I thank you for

Everything you gave to us

You kept them devils away from us

And helped to make a better way for us

I came from the dirt me

Some rough streets, you had to be somethin to be A G

Them **** twelve, thirteen going on twenty-three

Countin' cheese out the box

Bandana tied outside with a glock and rocks

**** dropped straight outta school said we ain't making a dime

Said I need an education told them bitches they lying

Told no way I'd ever make it to get a straight ass job

Hit the streets no application I was already hired

Can't deny there be some times that I was I could rewind

Got down with mrs. Donna, kicked knowledge, completed assignments

Put my gat by my side my self a lil promise

Work, robbing or rhyming Im coming out shining

I bought my shell 9s, stuck my shell 9s, fucked my share of bitches

Fucked over a couple ****, say God you my dawg

And I pray you keep fuckin with me well for them

I gotta watch over a couple ****, look

Dear God I thank you for

Everything you gave to us

You kept them devils away from us

And helped to make a better way for us

Dear God I thank you for

Everything you gave to us

You kept them devils away from us

And helped to make a better way for us

It was you who made them **** miss when they shot

It was you who told me to leave right before they hit the block

It was you who helped me feed my kids when they needed

It was you who helped me out with this shit called diabetes

It was you on stage when I was rocking my shows

You the rubber when I be fucking my hoes you stayed with me

I gotta thank him for my kids, they motivate me

And every hating ass **** whoever soldier hate me

Keep on, be gone, forever have they head gone

Diamonds all on me like I'm kinned to Fred Flinstone

Kids see me in the streets, they love Boosie

They say what's happening Bad Azz? And throw up they duces

Dear God I thank you for

Everything you gave to us

You kept them devils away from us

And helped to make a better way for us

Dear God I thank you for

Everything you gave to us

You kept them devils away from us

And helped to make a better way for us