Karma - Won't Be Long lyrics

[Hook] x2 It won't be long till you feel it in your system It won't be long till you hear this in your system And when that beat drop they won't know what hit them Hit the weed, they're gonna want another hit then [Verse 1] I'm a young n***a Tryna get my funds bigga Give dope lines no drug dealer And she hit those high notes much clearer Cause I'm a musical genius and I mean this But she come pose for pics I gets the flicks like its scene it n***as seem to be anemic Ain't eatin' like Ethiopians Gropin' all on my penis Cause I dropped a beat and they seen it Copped the beat and then cleaned it Cause all my sh** be dirty I heard that n***a from jersey The garden hotter than curry Hurry, 'fore I get too hot Do not act like you knew that You weren't there when the dude dropped You won't get in my new drop Knock on wood grain I could gain but I might lose That's why I f** wit the right crew Knock on wood grain I could gain but I might lose That's why I f** wit the right crew [Hook] [Verse 2] All these dudes worried 'bout these trends Well I'm worried 'bout my ends n***as bliztin' off the corner When I started this sh** I ain't have no friends Now I got brothers like Warner Got my back like quarter Bring the sacks We Chiefin' on that Tamba Hali reefer Brandon Flower sour, counter quarterback keeper Now you pissed off cause we run the game But we from the same place n***a get my name straight n***as sound dumb so I shortened it to Var I became great, not cause the name Because I'm a shooting star At the same rate, y'all became late That's who you are You the same n***as that I'm shooting for BANG [Samuel L. Jackson Preaching in Pulp Fiction] [Hook] [Samuel L. Jackson continued]