1982 - Too Long lyrics

[Hook - Ea$y Money] I done waited too long, now it's straight to the top Been holding my breath for too long Gotta make it to heaven, I done been through hell Been holding this stress for too long [x2] [Verse 1] I sleep two hour increments, flee from deadly incidents Me and my clique we sip and dabble in the bricks My life was undecided, divided by guns and violence And sirens, I know I'm high and I'm flying, but who's the pilot? Nobody home in his dome, I'm all alone in this zone I'm finna make it all alone with these poems You know, I'm like a lost prophet, and not to get off-topic But I got enough skeletons to fill a large closet I ain't a goon or a k**er or a murderer But I k** beats, and rappers I always murder them My perspective on collecting money from reckless methods Is get a check but check for detectives in the sketchy Lexus Trying to arrest and check us for weapons and lead dispensers But they stay rocking vest protectors or get sent to the essence I write my rhymes with a complex-ness So my content is fresh, cuz it's senseless to waste a bar or sentence [Hook] [Verse 2] On my way to heaven. Every time I grab the ladder It shatters, collapses to ashes and pa**es with the traffic I stay sipping them plastic cups 'til that liquor hit me Serving white to them biddies, lotta Whitneys and Britneys I creep throughout the city, sneaking a hammer with me In the truck, getting drunk, ain't need it, but it was with me If I needed it, I was ready to squeeze it and just plead the fifth But I got two seeds to miss, and that loyalty's a b**h I love my freedom too much to give the key up To a piece of sh** that make me fill up a pee cup And the re-up was so fire I would erupt Turn the block molten lava the way it heat up I'm on my way to heaven, but I can't escape the devil And the ghetto girls putting DNA inside a jello I changed my mental from making chips in the rental And staying bent to making cheddar off rhyming and instrumentals [Hook] [Verse 3] Third grade, couldn't go to school for a whole week Pop dukes beat me down, left marks on my cheek They want to call the police, but me, I let it go I told them no, I love my pops, I let it show My crib got shot up the first time when I was eight Should have seen my face, I knew trouble was on the way And my aunt was a prostitute, hooking every day Crazy pimps looked me in my eye and showed me the way "Punch a b**h in the eye, only way she gonna pay Leave a stitch, break a bone, only way she gonna stay." This my real life, y'all rappers be making sh** up My babysitter smoked mad crack and stayed lit up Eyes all bugged out, pupils like black pennies Crackhead step-mama--shout out to Jenny And not to put my business all in my written sh** But this really is my real life, so I can spit the sh** [Hook]