Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Long Journey, artist - Lil Boosie. Date of issue: 23.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Long Journey |
| Ima do this for the struggle, all the niggas tryna take us to court, |
| all the niggas tryna slow us down |
| All the rumors, that they know ain’t true but they still spread em, |
| all that shit, but we thank God for everything he gave us, real shit. |
| I send some kisses up to Heaven for all my people who couldn’t make it hold on |
| we all gotta go home, yeah. |
| Remember that late night in the studio me, you and Q, remember that veil at 5th |
| 12 but we put 22, |
| we recorded in a trailer, bats at night, gotta make a hit before I set that |
| trap tonight, |
| I wanna thank God for everything, everything he done done it for this lil |
| gangster mane. |
| You ain’t know I never changed around a million dollars, |
| and we ain’t gotta hang nigga but we still partners, money coming like a |
| freight train we smoking good, niggas go home just to ride big thru the hood, |
| We living good, Trill Ent. |
| Pussy niggas tryna take us to court, everytime you |
| look around a nigga spending some dough. |
| But I wanna thank him for, the blessings he gave me, the 30 minutes on stage |
| for the 10 Gs baby. |
| Dear God I thank you for, |
| everything you gave to us, |
| you kept them devils away from us, |
| and helped to make a better way for us |
| I came from the dirt me, some rough streets, you had to be somethin to be a g, |
| them niggas 12, 13 going on 23 countin cheese out the box bandana tied outside |
| with a glock and rocks |
| Nigga dropped straight outta school said we ain’t making a dime, |
| said I need an education told them bitches they lying, |
| told no way I’d ever make it to get a straight ass job, hit the streets no |
| application I was already hired |
| Can’t deny there be some times that I was I could rewind, got down with mrs. |
| Brown and kick in knowledge and completed assignments, |
| put my gat by my side my self a lil promise, work, robbing or rhyming Im coming |
| out shining |
| I bought my shell 9s, stuck my shell 9s, fucked my share of bitches, |
| fucked over a couple niggas |
| Say God you my dawg and I pray you keep fuckin with me well for them I gotta |
| watch over a couple niggas |
| It was you who made them niggas miss when they shot, it was you who told me to |
| leave right before they hit the block, |
| it was you who helped me feed my kids when they needed, it was you who helped |
| me out with this shit called diabetes. |
| It was you on stage when I was rocking my shows, you the rubber when I be |
| fucking my hoes you stayed with me. |
| I gotta thank him for my kids, they motivate me, and every hating ass nigga |
| whoever soldier hate me. |
| Keep on, be gone, forever have they head gone, diamonds all on me like I’m |
| kinned to Fred Flinstone. |
| Kids see me in the streets, they love Boosie, they say what’s happening Bad Azz |
| and throw up they dueces. |