Pressa - Long Way Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, fuck
Uh, nigga really came a long way
Uh, came from servin' in the hallway
Used to play the black tile I got nauseate
I met some folks from up the street and
They say they know where my opps be

My opps they scared they wildin’
Slide when they thought jolly
Slide when it get foggy
Jumpin', feelin' froggy
Half his niggas dead and half
My niggas caught a body just for demihani
I came up with Tommy
And everytime I play my block my clip full
Got my nose in the pie
Turn red like a pitbull
I take your advice and add
A little twist to it
And in this game you’ll lose your life
Lil' nigga there's a risk to it
We speak money, so fluent
I send that lil' bitch to it
If he ain't talkin' the wrist game
He asked how my wrist do it
I turned this shit world wide
I felt it when Wass died
Ma' was only 22 when daddy he got 25
And if they don't listen
You’ll have to feel me
Big dawg gotta eat they’ll have to feel me
Bucket full of water they tried to tilt me
They shot up my whole party
They tried to kill me pistol by the rib, huh
We was just some kids, huh
Everybody was just to live, huh

We pop out when he talk, bruh
They say we gon’ live long
Leave him on his front lawn
I come from the trench, yeah
I play the trenches, the trenches
I'm from the trench, yeah
We go boatin' on lakes like Mr frank, yeah
I'm feedin’ off of the hate
And I should thank y'all
He trappin' tricks on a nigga
I put a blank card
This a rap card, literally a rap card
I wrap a nigga up they should
Call me a rap star
I served plenty rocks they should
Call me a rock star
Yeah that part, we were cool wit' two stars
Motel, bed bugs about trap house no couch
Lil' nigga what else
My crack head kick me out
My hood don't wanna lead me on
If I die now hear me yawn
My dawgs barkin' in the ground
My hood still want me in
Only baking soda in the fridge
This fifth kick when it kick
Your block lit when we lit
We picky picky when we pick
We cross a nigga, fuck a pick
My drip faucet still drip
We expensive when we drip
I was taught to show love
My dawg home give me a hug
This mac 10 so heavy
Gimme a hand, go get me a velt
Gotta watch snakes in the house
Soon as he turn around that's a score
I couldn't trust another bro
I'm ballin' hard need to score
I'm the realest nigga in my city
And lil' bitch gettin' gitty
When I come around get gitty
Crack a nigga head wit' a micky
We still took around, where the coke?
When I aim nigga I use my toe
I shoot, my aim wit' support
We get smoke and give 'em smoke
See these bad bitches do the most
See these girls all fuck, these ho's
I can never make 'em kill my name
I done made a bad bitch good
And when you think it was fake
'cause Robin Banks salaam alaikum
Fuck a kid, fell in wit' plastic
Run from cops ain't get away
Snitch niggas wanna get me, uh
I fell in love wit' the grind
I fell in love wit' the slum
He came around and got slumped
And Glock came wit' a rust
And ambulance in a rush
And I ain't trip on nothin'
I figured it was only us
We put four in a nigga head
Like what got in his head?
We still curve the block and bang
I'm still that real nigga on the lane
I'm still that real nigga on the lane
Lil' nigga wit' a Mac-10
And Wassi all in my dreams
Tell me what you lil' niggas dreamt, uh