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Correct To Make A Long Story Longer Lyrics
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(“To make a long story longer”) Yo, 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 comparing arrogance Apparently you’re scared and only acting insecurely Some overcome their fear—the ones that don’t the ones that 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 rapping like Rage and got Robin good From the Westside mobbin’ out to Hollywood Once the streetlights are on, I guess I probably should Make my way back home, way before Platform I was coming up quick without a pop in the mix And I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout sound—my pops and I had a split Self-taught to be a man, I learned how to behave Cut my teeth at Venice Beach and had a few close shaves Been a lot of places when I stare at the map But never been to therapy—for me, that’s rap I ain’t tryna save the world, won’t continue to spend Just the people standing on it gonna pay for our sins Being concerned with them ends is why I write in the cold And I’ve been righting all my wrongs while I write in the cold Got the fuck outta dodge and saw the world unfold Origami in my palm and leave my girls untold, for real To make a long story longer (“To make a long story longer”) It was 10 years ago when I took my momma’s laptop Bootlegged a copy of Fruity Loops to get famous Spent five years making bullshit Rippin’ innocence like a culprit Dippin’ in my memory series playing [?] Rap game rum ham If you say he different, then I’ll slap you with my cum hand Rookie to be master, laps of raps over a ghetto blaster Dapper when I’m mackin’, fatter when I’m trackin’ And she said, “Like you, I’m only good as my back ends” I’m no slouch, whether or not it’s rain fallin’ or 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 flow is so tightest But I’ve been tight since hair was like Bo Bice I was in the cut like scissors with no dykes Winnin’ like chicken dinners and grinnin’ like I’ve been sinnin’ Rockin’ that tit glitter And if you’re mad at what we’re doing, then you’ve been bitter Body forbid my heart is a martyr—longevity, my alma mater An honor to create until I’m a goner To make a long story longer (“To make a long story longer”)
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