Long Time lyrics

[Intro]
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[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
I've been running up a sack for a long time
Know some n*ggas been getting money since like '09
You keep f*cking up the bag, you got a slow grind
Spending money on them hoes, you got no mind
If you ain't getting to the money, you got no life
I know some n*ggas locked down, and they doing life
You out here doing bullsh*t, you ain't living right
You better let that sh*t up, you can't do it twice

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Get money lil n*gga, just stay humble
You f*cking with the other side, so it's like f*ck him
The streets f*cked up, he think he untouchable
On my mama, on my kids, n*gga, we'll touch you
Know a badass b*tch, and she unf*ckable
I'm outside, still trapping out here, eating lunchables
If you ain't gangaroni, then I don't f*ck with you
Still hustling through this b*tch, like that n*gga Russle
Rules in the streets, don't let a n*gga punk you
Back then, if you weren't gang, n*gga, we probably jumped you
I be thinking to myself, how you let him slump you?
We riding round with them K's, won't let them touch me
She got a whole boyfriend, still wanna f*ck me
That bullsh*t you did, yeah, it still stuck with you
They ain't give a n*gga sh*t, but wanna eat lunch with me
I still remember times I ain't even f*ck with me
[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
I've been running up a sack for a long time
Know some n*ggas been getting money since like '09
You keep f*cking up the bag, you got a slow grind
Spending money on them hoes, you got no mind
If you ain't getting to the money, you got no life
I know some n*ggas locked down, and they doing life
You out here doing bullsh*t, you ain't living right
You better let that sh*t up, you can't do it twice

[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
I'm flying in from L.A., I be through the night ([?])
Dirty money in my pocket, I was shooting dice
Ok I'm strictly about the profit, get it brought to life (Okay)
I bossed myself up, now I'm a boss for life (What's good)
Sharp like a blade, quick with my mind (Mind)
One thing that I hate is playing with my time (My time)
[?] bags clear, rocks lemon lime (Lemon lime)
Book bag full, [?] spine (Spine)
Streets dead, gotta look alive (Yep)
I'm really getting money on the business side
If they ever knock you down, hold your head high
I say I'ma see you later, never saying bye (Never, never)