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Lyrify.me

Long Story Short by Tha Landlord Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2018

[Verse 1-Landlord]
Aye the labels think I'm selling dope, I'm just out here sellin hope
I'm just trying to give them something to see up in their telescope
Turn us into yes men, just so they can tell us no
See a nigga traumatized, still yelling let it go
No appetite, I can taste blood for the fake love
Living backwards niggas fall asleep when they wake up
I can tell they hate us, we just stay prayed up
You know the world fucked cause white people still hate Trump
Regina called my phone she sad Mp gone
I turned my volume up and ask her what you mean he gone
She said he got a little time but it won't be long
Lookin at little kid, but I can tell he just being strong
He ain't gotta tell me, I know he don't want to be alone
What you mean your only big brother, you got me and stone
He stabbed me in my back, and that just something I can't leave alone
Niggas say they love me, they just love me when they need a loan
I mediate, always talkin about that real shit but its hella fake
Gave a second chance they crossed me twice like the letter H
But I got faith that I'm here to see a better day
Used to hopping fences, we can't do that at the heaven gates
They say I got money, and I changed on them niggas
Even if I didn't have it I wouldn't hang wit you niggas
Keep it real I cnat even read the brain on you niggas
Switching on the gang, I ain't the same as you niggas
I got a kid so you know I know what real love is
I know what fake love is, don't want no fake cousins
They trap us in the city, then they make us sin
First they turned us out,and then they take us in
I fight em back, a lose lose battle despite the facts
Could've been jealously won't let light the match
I'm looking at my mental, I'm crying cause its sad
He was superman, and cut the cape right off my idol back
But I still look up to him, people looking down on him
I might give him 20$ just to see a smile on him
Every time I try to help him he gon leave in denial on me
They say he can help himself, but tell me how that sound homie
I haven't hit the club in years, my city nothing but tears
Niggas I hate sleepin alone, I cuddle with fears
I can do this on my own, I don't need another deal
Well not a deal that's a waste of time, how its best described
Over 50 people died last year on the strip
Last year 60 died on the wet
You thinkin they taking time to send us out some help
Maybe we inconsiderate but we still trying to help our self
Look what they made nigga, look what they made nigga
We just another game played in they arcade nigga
If your kids ain't rich, then you ain't paid nigga
Following the king like you Wade nigga
Yeah I see ya
I love too hard that's why I'm taking it personal when it come to my feeling
I've battled more than a murder movie
Nigga skies the limit, but niggas losing they vertices
I can love you to death and still not say a word to you
Niggas old on to memories like an Xbox
Thinking with they dick niggas dies over the ex box
Niggas only barking for attention
You ain't ready to die you can never be the next Pac
God Bless cap, died on the track
I made a song for em, it feel like I died on the track
I still dream about Marty betting 5 on the crabs
But yeah its cool we signed up for that
Long story short though I miss my brothers
Not just the ones that dead and gone, but the ones that's here but gone