Long Run (Feat. Via Rosa)

Where I was growing up They called coroner Around the corner Every morning Where the fuck Tom Joyner No fair, it ain't fair how The murder rate Fermanate Ferguson out to Fairground Shit made me wanna Sell my soul through the music Put the streams on water Ancestors on my head My uncle my barber Blood suckas want my bread So I ordered the garlic Hustled too hard, these blessings ain't yours So when I Pull up and park it, my front seat a toilet Shit of Course I'm a target, they hope I get martyred Lose ya Corpse in a corporation Ten years of cooperation Been wanting to throw bows at Becky Been wanting to throw jabs at Jason Gotdamn need a long vacation Bong rip and a bad bitch Thick fine with them dimples on it Love how it shake when it's that thick Lil' seminar on the simmer down Feel a lil' more ambitious now Never doubt what you dream about Never fear what you feelin' now Even when you knew my truths Even when you knew my mistakes Said you loved me anyway Said you loved me anyway Oh Lord, gimme a sign Show me a way I been alone I been afraid And you were s'posed to be there for me in the Long run What have you done Where I was growing up Stanley and Marlon Did it big on the corner, every morning Had etc on 'em Encountered a jump out Them boys undercover To fuck us it all made sense now Shit made me wanna Tippy toe when I'm moving Pray I don't get bothered Cut my hair low for the gig Can't nap on the guala Only way they let me in Was speaking so very proper But fuck that, no it don't stop here I knock the sign over speeding Traits of the greatest, I'm balling Tracy McGrady I swear I, hate police, hate them Nah nigga, they don't wanna see me shine Straight to the paper regardless Bitch we ballin' Not a slave to the fear Anymore, I won't allow it Watchin' tapes of these kids gettin' killed Lookin' like me Cut that shit off They can't desensitize me I realized that in clusters they can't touch us I've been tusslin' with my brothers and my sisters about lovin' 'Cause this country don't love us It ain't for us, mane, fuck 'em And you were s'posed to be there for me in the Long run What have you done Don't give me no Give me no reason to doubt you 'Cause I was living just fine Living my life without you And you were s'posed to be there for me in the Long run What have you done