Been A While Lyrics

Eighteen, all grown up, bread on the streets

Got wheels, got cash, got a job and I'm sweet

Stretch the money, cause worries are like currency

Stay away from the evil people that try and bugging me

Considering pick pocketing wristwatches

Or flipping quarter key green packs or just hip hop

I got a choice follow in my father's steps

Or man up and get farther yet, father with the steps

Sort it with four quarters or four tracks

Before orders of four burgers or Big Macs

Six pack nuggets and dank socks

I was ducking the cops, or trying to duck a hook from my pops

While you were chilling right on the couch

I was spitting right from the mouth

Trying to perfect my style and I'm out

Tight like a vagina, monologue of the south

But I learned to modify my fire, you can't douse it out

From Vic city, twin cities to new south

Sedan fill her up until the petty run out

Black hoodie on, pumping the bowser

Then bounce with a seven up and an ounce in your trousers

Nobody as slick as this team, slippery slopes, more jokes, vividest dreams

Dimes tight, wireless mic's and lime lights

With a focus on no crime

And trying what's right

But, holler at homie you got the zig zag, come around later, yo

We'll spit the big bag

And battle rap each other, until one of us stutters

Or collapses wake up and do it tomorrow

Twenty eight, all grown up, bread on the streets

Got wheels, got cash, got a job and I'm sweet

Stretch the money, cause worries are like currency

Stay away from the evil people that try bugging me

Considering white collar for tight dollar corporate management

But fuck it, yo, I'm a rhyme scholar

High value clients, no value in myself

I felt blinded by the money, it hurt my health

But, I can see a snake in the grass, making clients millions while I'm straight

Bustin' my ass long hours away, I miss my fiance

This ain't the life for a man that's stuck in a lost place

Transferred with my job to a quiet beach town

Did it for twelve months more and put the tools down

Found a studio where I could make beats

Write rhymes, record it and then I sit at the beach

I felt like I was right in my prime

Straight making plans for the high life, with my future wife

Then it all came crashing down

The owner of that studio, he jetted from town

Shady characters, hiding from their challenges

Plus he owed me 2.2k for the damages

And I ain't seen him since, but make sure of this

When we catch up he will be paying interest

Now holler at my lady, baby I'm coming home no more

Overnights my patience is running low

Time to set new goals and boss it

Applied for my same old job, got it and lost it