Testo Long Time Coming - Mistah F.A.B. feat. Clyde Carson
Testo della canzone Long Time Coming (Mistah F.A.B. feat. Clyde Carson), tratta dall'album Thug Tears
Mama the only adult that's clean in this building
'Cause every other adult smoke cream in this building
Growing up, project stairs was never empty
Only empty beer cans, Hennessy and Remy
Syringes all in the park where we played at
Fiends turn to zombies after dark where we stayed at
Couldn't cuss around grandmama, she ain't play that
Only thing uncle brought back from 'Nam was his 8-track
Record tracks spinning keep his mind off the pain
Bombs over Vietnam flashing his brain
He get VA, but he'll never be the same
Ever since he got back, grandma said uncle changed
Raised in a house where the heat barely work right
Had to learn to cook just to eat, mama work nights
Ain't seen pops in 'bout a week, he on the turf right
Every Sunday morning, granny got us on that church hype
It's been a long time coming
Came from nothing
So much I can speak on
Pain came from struggling
Can't change, still hustling
Ain't no one to lean on
Poor, but I really never knew that
A football to a son, daddy never threw that
Overall, I loved him, pops was a cool cat
Move with granny, told mama I wanna move back
Granny house crowded, that's the safe spot
For all her kids' kids, that's where they get dropped
Everybody hate Stan, word to Chris Rock
Pro wings on, tryna upgrade 'em though
Daddy died and left me, but I don't hate him though
Brother locked up, I wish they'd open gate him though
Been down since the dope era, late 80s bro
Game done changed, nowadays it's a manny bro
Sick from the outside looking in
Been losing so I only can look to win
OG got clean then got hooked again
Free Lil Leek, police keep booking him
It's been a long time coming
Came from nothing
So much I can speak on
Pain came from struggling
Can't change, still hustling
Ain't no one to lean on
Ain't no food in the refrigerator, what I'm gon' do?
Better have a pistol when they run up on you
No safety on the Glock, keep one up on you
I'm just looking at the game with a wonderful view
Cried when the jack died, shit still don't feel right
Smiling on the outside, crushed on the inside
Ever since my mama died, I try to keep my mouth wide
'Cause it's hard to speak on that pain bro
Everywhere I go, niggas speaking on my name though
Heard to the grapevine it's money on my Kangol
Blowing on forbidden fruit, taste like a mango
Lil homie died, but that's just how the game go
Ain't no structure in these streets, it's a Wild West
Rolling up a blunt while he let the black and mild rest
Don't believe in God, but I'm hoping that my child blessed
Mama, I finally got it, you can now rest
It's been a long time coming
Came from nothing
So much I can speak on
Pain came from struggling
Can't change, still hustling
Ain't no one to lean on
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Writer(s): Darryl Pittman, Jamal Gerard Grinnage, Eric Murrz
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