Lil Trevo - Long Nights Lyrics

Walk in the bank and a young n***a come back with a load I remember them times a n***a wasn't even getting payed for shows man they counted me out they a n***a was gone be down and broke but I stayed the same when I got them racks I didn't change on my folks

How could u change how could u trade how could u change young n***a when I walk in the bank yea I'm having rank what did u thank young n***a when I walk in the show yea I got the glizzy on me ion need no hitter yea we having stain yea we having rank all of my dawgs is killers Alexander type of day I'm having cool vibes in la I was in jail on Bombay still having food on everybody plate dropped outta school and got to the money I had to bring them hunnids in see you having juice and u having flavor why you ain't drop it on ya mans I made myself a boss load up them hunnids through the money counter then I stuff em right in the vault gotta watch your closest buddy in the streets because these n****z pillow talk ima remix the bag ima bring it in make it do a summer salt I was in the kitchen with big kuz but Ian never touch a fork and this mud I'm sipping lord with me man I know I'm tripping represent the Gang every minute first quarter to the 9th inning you gotta be the bigger man when u loaded and you tryna get racks we ain't never having smoke n***a yea I steady move like the pope n***a (Trevo)

They want a n***a to change I was taught to stay the same young n***a I don't trust to many n****z when they walk around I keep my hand on the trigger I ain't tripping on shit that happend in the past because the bankroll getting bigger told my brother he cross me in gone pop em beacsue it don't get no realer I Remember them times we was in the cell I was riding long nights I was thinking bout all them times when a n***a was catching long flights old head in the cell telling a young n***a it's gone be alright when u get out u gone be a star shine bright like a damn light trap out the bag and I serve out the residence going hard I ain't leaving no evidence send the bag to the country they come back wit 36 I ain't tripping I just move to another bitch stayed down out the jungle had to remain calm stay humble with the sack I will not fumble 46 glocks like a royal rumble line up and you better not stumble heart beating because the pressure on ya you don't wanna meet the stretcher homie free beef you don't really want it (yea) sweet licks after school I use to stay down on the move I use to stay fucking bad bitches I ain't never give a damn about the rules yea (Liltrevo)