Heem - Long Story Short lyrics

[Intro] Uh, you hear me knocking, right? Let me in then, ni**a Let me talk my sh*t for a minute Right, right, right It's like the first 48 or somethin' [Verse] I seen sh*t in my life you ni**as dream, now I live a dream The G wagon, this money green On to bigger things I'm taking one for the team, gotta beat the scene sh*t ain't always what it seems Can't stop now Westside Con had it locked down Butcher came through, now I'm bout to lock a spot down Feel like Kobe in his rookie year I'm Jordan without the rings Young Ginobli with the curly hair Iron Mike in the first round Like Ali on the ropes, Emmitt Smith for the first down Rеmember when I bought my first pound Hanging out thе whip, black .38 and blew my first rounds At 16 I was a street ni**a I used to package nickel bags then go and post in the street with 'em These ni**as wasn't in the streets with us, ain't ever eat with us See that we on, they try to beef with us Face the facts, what kind of hate is that? Just know you send them little shots my way, we come and spraying back This slug probably break his back Let's take it back, tie a fu*k ni**a up and hit him with the axe Couldn't hold me like the old Shaq Pump crack, load 32 shots up in the old Mac Not a gangsta, he a old rat Heard ni**as speaking up on a body and went and told that All the snitching got the game twisted And they letting ni**as live They don't play it right, the game's different Everybody wanna be the man I seen a OG make it to a thousand from a half-gram Started stacking, now we boss status Do it right, make a couple hundred grand off a small package Living lavish but we started average AMG headrest in the V riding in S classes Fresh pair of Cartier glasses It get a little tragic, missing my mans, talking to his ashes He been gone for some years now Told him we here now Keep rolling blunts to slow the tears down Still wishing I could see his face He in a better place Gotta retaliate, just play it safe Got a mask with the Joker face I know a ni**a caught two, three bodies with a broken .8 More aware as I was raised in it I was cool with all the robbers and thieves, know all the grave diggers Where I'm from this how they made ni**as And you had to be a killer, a cop, or you a paid ni**a Pick a route and try to make it out 'Cause them ni**as ain't your friends, for a price they'll take you out I ran the streets like a slave, ni**a Free my dogs behind the wall and rest in peace to all that ain't with us [Outro] Ain't with us, for real