Been A Minute Lyrics

They be Posted on the block with a chopper, that's what they made it for

And I be doin' me, stayin' out the way, like what they hatin' for

But I guess it's the way to go, and I be thinkin' a lot

And these niggas tryna take my soul, that's why I keep me around

I remember posted on the block with my mans

Talkin' bout how we want vehicles, tryna buy us a Benz

I been makin' all this guala, tryna run me some M's

But I want me some diamonds, hopin' they won't touch my jems

So I'm totting, on this cutter nigga

If they reach, I'll go ahead and bust another nigga

I ain't worried bout these other niggas

Fuck your bitch behind your back and call you brother, nigga

Nigga, it's been a minute

Stayin' low and in the cut, I'm tryna run up them digits

They only here while I do good, but they ain't here while I'm sinnin

Like ceiling fan, but with the blicky guns, you know that I'm spinnin

I heard that bitch, she got the water, so you know that I'm swimmin

I feel alive, you know I'm a demon by the look inside my eyes

Didn't know that you a fake, but now a nigga realize

That you ain't like me, so now you're gonna pay the price

If there's a shoot outside the club, my niggas choppin' like some lumberjacks

I'm Serena, makin' plenty racks

Face to face with the devil, I've been through hell, no nigga sayin' that

I fit the shoe without no strings attached

All the pain inside, I'm goin' crazy

Number one in my hood, Tracy McGrady

Lion hearted scars, like can you save me

The lion hearted scars, like can you save me

After I done fucked that bitch, she did the most

I call her phone, she look at me, and then she strike a pose

She got a nigga, but you know just how it goes

Got my niggas in the spot, and we throwin' up the fours

We be slidin', Jay, I got your bitch, you know I slide in

Screamin' out my name while she be ridin

Nigga cryin' for that bitch while I'm here laughin

While I'm here laughin

Shots up out that glock, it hit you, and you know it's real

I lost my big brother, and you don't know how I feel

Shots up out that glock, it hit you, and you know it's real

I lost my big brother, and you don't know how I feel

They be steady posted' on the block with a chopper

That's what they made it for

And I be doin' me, stayin' out the way

Like what they hatin' for

But I guess it's the way to go

And I be thinkin' a lot

And these niggas tryna take my soul

That's why I keep me a rod