Haystak - Been A Long Time lyrics

Now allow me to reintroduce myself My name Stak, and from way way back I've been getting paid for my appearance on track You a clearance rack rapper, ballin' on a budget Trying to push it on the public, but if that's you, f** it When I was broke, I smoked economic strain When I was heartbroken, I depicted the pain Before the rap dope, I spoke c**aine Al la mota, trucks, and planes Truckers, pilots, guns, and violence No airbags in it, probably used to be my sh** But I ain't driving, I had somebody drive it Time pa**es on, gotta be so private The statutes of limitations allow me to tell you more about Jason The story, the saga, not guilty your honor The man behind the don, the whale off in the water The godfather of this white boy rap sh** Speak a different opinion and get kidnapped b**h Cla**y, never flashy, epic sh** That I'm gonna spit til them alpha bits come get me Richly blessed, who would've guessed That I'd see my way through my 20's, I'm gonna die getting money Hip-hop's waiting on a heart transplant And I love her so much, I'd give her mine, and Conduct surgery, f** the j**elry Do you before you have a chance to do me And leave it in the hands of a judge and jury What I gave his b**h a** was a piece of the fury I'm angry, they say I'm not the same me My money changed them, and then they changed me All night, counting different denominations Carpel tunnel, in the game no worker's compensation Real talk, I'm measuring my conversation Weighing them so I know what they're worth when I'm saying them The word man, I've got syllables and nouns Ten years ago, you've might've found some pounds But now the mic's the strap The banks the scape The crew's still the crew But my rhymes are weight I'm no f** boy, I erupt volcanic Should've learned your lesson about not listening, Bin Laden Madden ain't the pros, Myspace ain't the industry That line's gonna have a lot of people pissed at me I'm destiny, I'm the fate of hip-hop KRS move his mouth, I'm gonna open him up Show improve, I live and die by the drive-by Easier to find than wi-fi Y'all SCI-FI, but I'm down to earth Y'all nerds who don't know what a pound is worth Never worked a vacuum sealer, boy stop lying You're not a hustler, young pimpin', you a client Buying more d** than you ever sold You a junkie on the low from what I was told I'm back and I'm going in on anything lookin' at me Exactly what the game needed, open hand smacking Wake up, I'm bout to shake up sh** God forbid you wake up in the middle of it Like, What the f**? Mother f**er don't move There ain't a mother f**er in this room I won't do This is the return of the big a** white boy Back with my head right Still ain't got caught dead, red light Fight, fight, fight, fight [echoes] Until there's nothing left to fight about If tonight's the night, f** it then I'm going out It's been a long time, I shouldn't left you Without some white boy sh** to rep to UHHHH!!!!