Текст песни Long Story - Kazie

Just to make on story short, I'm balling (Yeah)
Bitch I been on my job like all day (Like all day)
We used to skip class and chop up game in the hallways (Right)
I be too busy now baby so call me (So call me)

Uh
This shit just different
Bitches on the dick now and niggas act like bitches
It's twisted
In this generation I'm the illest
Kept it real with myself so now the fake can't feel us
Blocks with drug dealers
Cops that want to kills us
Single-parent homes where the moms have to deal with the father's disappearance
And carrying the weight
I thank my mom everyday
'Cause the food on our plate was from her blood, sweat and tears
19 years
Of having to raise a young king to make it out here

Uh
A college graduate that copped a degree
The total opposite from where my niggas copped 'em a key
But now it's keys to success
Staying alive's what I stress
Got to be from it to know that it gets live in the west
But now I strive for the best
We used skip class and kick it
Hit the Water Store for an Arizona and chips
Just some youngin's on a mission
Working to get drafted
Back then
I was already out niggas brackets
I just had to tap in and reach that potential
Niggas talkin' like they got it I just want to see credentials
It's simple
Once you realize it's all mental
I had to figure it out before I grabbed a pencil
Now I speak about it on every instrumental
To give my real ones hope and get my dawgs out the kennel, nigga

Just to make on story short, I'm balling (Yeah)
Bitch I been on my job like all day (Like all day)
We used to skip class and chop up game in the hallways (Right)
I be too busy now baby so call me (So call me)