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I've been treating this part of life like a dance floor Side stepping all the things I've made plans for And I ain't acting when I'm taking on the man's roles Chance to enhance the fam can be a handfull I rather have my hands full than be empty-handed Travel all around the planets till I have it planted Grow roots like great grand pap, married 65 years, 20 kids, same family Strong as an ox and I'm from the same stock So I'll won't be hanging out 'till I see the sun o'clocks It's been a long time coming but I'm coming at a decent hour Everything I've have is ours start the wedding shower Teeball games in the summer ballet in the winter And I ain't scrolling through my twitter while we having dinner Time to grow up, done drank until I throw up Neglected little man for my plans, try'n to blow up Some people are so focused on the road to success They don't see their whole family laying dead on the tracks. I rather seize to have my lyrics spread over tracks And put some family photos on the walls instead of plaques. It's been a long time coming, but we're here now Look I remember watching videos by Hype Will Thinking I could do that if I had a nice deal But the precedent is MC's dead believe SongtexteThey take the same exit that Mason Betha did Cause when you're talking steal then ya sound hard But they let you out ya deal when you found God Back to watching Hype Will, think about how I feel Wishes spitting Christian wasn't God's will It's been a long time running, long time wondering Long time humming stupid songs that I hated From a rapper that I felt was overrated 'Cause I knew that he was faking but he everybody's favorite Coming with that same "ha" had an 808 hit Bricks that weight lift, chicks that is naked I'm in my house studyin' the scripts that is sacred If this a success recipe I ain't gonna make it So many reasons not to. I only graduated high school I'm from a small little city that they fly through, but never fly to Just a plain town tryin' to be fly too A town rapper, we backed down never So I'm bout to take my hood up like Trayvon Fi'n to hold my hood down like your favorite mob Ventilate some hood, now I'm with the favorite march. Walk up with the king boy I'm about to Pharoah march. Red Sea is my favorite part. The Lord opened up a new avenue In the street, got the dove award and we passin through. Church clothes on the mic spitting what your pastor do Looking at the world through our Master's view. Offer you the optic codes, keep this glasses, too. On vying for the king, but we're cold rappers, dude. It's been a long time coming Aus Songtexte Mania