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ybs skola & roddy rackzz - long long time lyrics

[intro: roddy rackzz]
long, long time, i been thuggin’ in the trenches
been a long, long time, i been thuggin’ for a minute
(whiteboycamewitdabag like it’s christmas)

[chorus: roddy rackzz]
for a long, long time, i been thuggin’ in the trenches
i ain’t got no time to be askin’ is you with me?
for the ones that died and the ones that’s in the system
they been on my mind, i been steady reminiscin’ now
way the corvette drive, treat it like a honda civic
i’ma f+ck her mind just to blow up my charisma
up north, keep workin’, i was doin’ it for the image
i’m the realest richest youngin and i’m the turntest in the city

[verse 1: roddy rackzz]
i’m a rеal trap artist, all i do is paint a picture
and it cost a couple hundred for thе lean that i’m sippin’
c+a+r is a twenty+thousand difference
and i hate to say i made it, but i really f+ckin’ did it
and i used to be wishin’ that i turnt out winnin’
now i’m comin’ through the trenches with a fifty+thousand pendant
and i hop on bikes rockin’ louis v tinted
you ain’t tryna help out, then stay out my business
i was numb for a minute ’til i found my feelings
i could drop one tape, probably flip it to a million
cash out one day, my coupe one+fifty
all i know is one thing, keep pounds and my glizzy
my left wrist froze, my right wrist hittin’
i’m not no rapper, i’m a well+known dealer
i don’t trust no b+tch, i don’t fear no n+gga
i done parked my ‘vette, hopped on a four+wheeler
[chorus: roddy rackzz]
for a long, long time, i been thuggin’ in the trenches
i ain’t got no time to be askin’ is you with me?
for the ones that died and the ones that’s in the system
they been on my mind, i been steady reminiscin’ now
way the corvette drive, treat it like a honda civic
i’ma f+ck her mind just to blow up my charisma
up north, keep workin’, i was doin’ it for the image
i’m the realest richest youngin and i’m the turntest in the city

[verse 2: ybs skola]
i’m just standin’ on business, i ain’t lovin’ no bitty
if i don’t stop drinkin’ lean, then i’ma need a new kidney
baby brother in the chain, but he still gettin’ busy
when the ink done dryin’, i’ma bring the n+gga with me
i don’t lie in no rhyme, you can ask me how i’m livin’
finna give a ho a dime, all depend on how i’m feelin’
i been stackin’ up mine, tryna get it to the ceilin’
i can be way out of town, i ain’t gotta do the k!llin’
gotta keep one in the head ’cause i know sh+t real
hundred thou’, all blues, do you know how that feel?
i love frebo to death, he can’t stay off that field
when the addys start bitin’, i do not sit still
when the opps pop out, don’t talk, just drill
when the good news come, i gotta straight hit ‘lil
really rap lean, percs, and i don’t even like facetime
for some strange reason, i just feel like they here
[chorus: roddy rackzz]
for a long, long time, i been thuggin’ in the trenches
i ain’t got no time to be askin’ is you with me?
for the ones that died and the ones that’s in the system
they been on my mind, i been steady reminiscin’ now
way the corvette drive, treat it like a honda civic
i’ma f+ck her mind just to blow up my charisma
up north, keep workin’, i was doin’ it for the image
i’m the realest richest youngin and i’m the turntest in the city

- ybs skola roddy rackzz lyrics

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