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blessed bandits - too long lyrics

[intro: kre8]
too long

[chorus: kre8]
i’ve been waiting too long
i don’t know what i’m doing
all this talent i’m surrounded by, this sh-t is confusing
cause everyone could rap
not everyone could make real music
if you not jacking mlb the movement
you n-ggas is stupid

i’ve been waiting too long
i don’t know what i’m doing
all the talent i’m surrounded by, this sh-t is confusing
cause everyone could rap
not everyone could make real music
if you not jacking mlb the movement
you n-ggas is stupid

[verse 1: kre8]
i’ve been waiting too long
i ask what the f-ck you doing
you should’ve been famous, n-gga
you don’t market your music
you lazy
tell me n-gga, who else is gonna do it
n-ggas only support you when they figure you a movement
it’s crucial, but it’s real
n-ggas only support you when they see you got a deal
signing your first mill
i don’t wanna know how it feels
’cause i don’t wanna see the ones that fold
was in the field with me
n-ggas that would drill with me
n-ggas that ate the meals with me
n-ggas that split bills with me
b-tches always gonna be there
but the ones that could vent with me
i’m prepared but i’m not
the sh-t that comes with heading to the top
but f-ck ’em
i’d be d-mned if n-ggas stop my movements
n-gga, i must be stupid

[verse 2: lock$mith mlb]
n-ggas see i left the hood
now they on me
hating ’cause i’m living good
not ya homies
b-tches left me on read
now they want me
everything they ever said, it’s been haunting
real recognize real
but they taunting
couple real ones
in the field ’til the morning
let me tell the truth
n-ggas always wanna be you
you don’t gotta be up in the booth
n-ggas wanna be up in your shoes
not finding they own way to get the loot
gotta give them bum n-ggas the boot
don’t gotta be the pudding for the proof
i found mlb and now that sh-t is my troop

[verse 3: yungjuu mlb]
i’ve been waiting too long
what was i doing
i gotta stay strong
i’ve been pursuing
these racks gonna come
because the music
everything i do
i do it for the hope and choosing
taking funds out the bank
we winning and you losing
gotta count the racks
remember we didn’t have a ‘cuzzi
now we’re riding fast
risking life riding ‘zukis
now i’m getting money, old b-tches say they knew me
you b-tches dont know me, you just wish that you had blew me
get my fam out the ghetto, this sh-t is too ghetto
n-ggas hating, singing to they b-tch in a falsetto
try one of us, chris suede ‘gon have you in a meadow

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