Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song To Make A Long Story Longer, artist - Evidence. Album song Weather or Not, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
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) |