Skhye Hutch - How Long/Last Song 2 (Outro) lyrics

How long have I been a n***a? Since the day I was born Or since the day I decided a trigger would be the way to get all the money I get Rob my brother for Benjamins then I spend them on kicks Them Louboutins looking sick In fact they make me look rich In fact they make me get all the women, I mean every b**h I got a watch that don't tick I got a watch that don't tick But if I walk out the house with it I'll be a lick for another n***a How long has he been a n***a? Since the day he was born Or since the day he decided the liquor store by his house Across the street from his school Would be the same place he sold d** and acted a fool His father wasn't around His mother was in the streets Grandmother did what she could with barely nothing to eat Just for the sneaks on your feet He probably make you deceased f** every priority The money's the priority The white man asked how long have we been some n***as? Since the day we was born Or since the day Martin Luther said that enough is enough? We got to fight for our rights But we to worried about seeing money that we losing sight Of everything that's ahead of us Only seeing in front us We don't see what the money does We just that the money is The answer, the key, the false reality The hope, the love, the only thing we need In fact we need it so bad we make ourselves bleed Green is the reason for my black mentality That's how long I been a n***a Since the Jackson's, the Lincoln's, the Washington's, the Hamilton's, the Jefferson's, the Franklin's These are all white men Shout out to Harriet Tubman If it's true then maybe that will bring change in the end To the reason why I am a n***a Last Song 2 [Hook] b**h n***as gone hate b**h n***as gone talk p**y n***as gone say You are not what you are Man shouldn't ever hate Jigga man taught me that The way the world looking now It ain't a lot of men left [Verse 1] I just did another show Packed it out the ratio Half man, half hoes I'm a just call it a [?] Back when Justin use to drive in a Centura That was his momma sh** That was back before I ever thought that I would be in LA trying to get that Obama dish Waffle with chicken, no omelette [Hook] [Verse 2] They gone say this Drake flow But still know it's Jay though I'm still getting paid though Every time you scream hoe Get the choppa, give them [?] Middle finger f** a problem We gone solve them Models here Credit card, no limit [?] We gone do it real big For my momma [Hook] [Outro] I ain't never been this happy recording music before bruh Like these songs I feel...When I'm recording them right now This the first time I feel like while I'm recording them that I f** with the sh** You know what I mean? Like usually it just be like I record,record and then after it's done I'm like oh yea, this is tight or I don't like this But this is the first time I'm recording it and I f** with it You get what I'm saying? It ain't a lot of men left oh Na na na na I don't really have no verse for this to be honest All I got is that (laughs) That's all I got I was still writing that joint Fly the hook in b**h n***as gone hate