"Long Way" lyrics

"Long Way"
(feat. Cordae)

You wanna be rich or you wanna be broke?

Thinkin' to myself, I had a long night
Woke up somewhere else, I had a long flight
Sweatsuit for the flight, I got it, Off White
This for my niggas really came up off white
You ain't never been on no mission that touched your heart, right?
You ain't never fucked no bitch till she ain't walk right
I know youngins that shoot funny like they Cartwright
Home invasions feel amazing till you get caught, right?
We masked up like Bane on them dark nights
FN bullets treat your body like a shark bite
Outside on them benches under park lights
That phone ring, you better answer, I don't call twice
In a smoker crib, could find me all night
Made enough for mama groceries, now, we alright
Homie, you pussy with a strap, that mean you all dyke
In these New York City nights, you better talk nice

Thinkin' to myself, I came a long way
I could've took the wrong exit and went the wrong way
I'm just praying to God they let these songs play
I ain't have to follow niggas, found my own way
This shit ain't a game, so nigga, don't play
Don't never make a bet you know you won't pay
Think I could get away with murder, bitch, I'm OJ
Smokin' good, seat back, play the O'Jays

Seat back, Maybach, Luther Vandross
House slippers, gold chains with a damn robe
What I drive today? Mercedes or the Land Rove'
Yeah, you thought that was your mans but your man's told
Hundreds in my bankroll but all that glitters ain't gold
I swore my heart done turned cold but that's just how the game goes
I be in the crib home theater watching Django
Thinking about the past like, why the fuck I come for lame hoes?
Was dreaming of fortunes for me to schemes and extortions
I blow a bag up at Nordstroms, I used to party at Morgan
Them college days I was not as paid
Used to sell weed after class and work at Fridays
Dorm room, I would burn sage and bump Sade
Bring a baddie back and blow that back out 'bout five ways
Oh yeah, back in my day
Dreaming of the future, we done came up from the past
Livin' out today like this shit gone be my last, my God

Thinkin' to myself, I came a long way
I could've took the wrong exit and went the wrong way
I'm just praying to God they let these songs play
I ain't have to follow niggas, found my own way
This shit ain't a game, so nigga, don't play
Don't never make a bet you know you won't pay
Think I could get away with murder, bitch, I'm OJ
Smokin' good, seat back, play the O'Jays

With some bitches that go both ways
When I seen Nas in Belly I got a low fade
Iverson talkin' 'bout practice made me grow braids
We was dusty coming up, shoutout to Locane
Now, I'm in some foreign shit takin' up both lanes
A lot of years they gave them prisons, still they won't change
I never seen referees up in the dope game
I feel like Meech, gold rollie, couple gold chains
Blowin' money fast, blowin' money fast
Couldn't tell me shit, I counted a couple hundred cash
Don't want to drive it if it ain't at least two hundred on the dash
Everybody wanna ride with you until you crash

Thinkin' to myself, I came a long way
I could've took the wrong exit and went the wrong way
I'm just praying to God they let these songs play
I ain't have to follow niggas, found my own way
This shit ain't a game, so nigga, don't play
Don't never make a bet you know you won't pay
Think I could get away with murder, bitch, I'm OJ
Smokin' good, seat back, play the O'Jays

Fortune Favors the Bold


Writer(s): Francis Ubiera, Daniel Garcia, Leonard Antonio Rodriguez, Kevin James Volpe, Cordae A. Dunston, Michael Richard Kuzoian, James Burns, David Brewster Jr.
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