Back In Long Beach Songtext

I'm livin' happy at the end of it all
I've been up all night, ain't take a shower in days
I'm runnin' low on dope, if it's a problem we fade
Crib dirty as a bitch, still I'm gettin' paid
Livin' life with my niggas for the end of my days

I remember back in Long Beach, sittin' in the crib
Everybody down bad, never on shit
A nigga wanna leave, but nobody got a whip
Spent the summertime sad, it was hotter than a bitch

Looking under the pressure
You couldn't get through to him, now we hundreds of lectures
Live my life finding ways to remove all this stressors
So everyone dyin' off, guess it's all for the better
Dead man walk on
Hope the rest still find their way
Trap yourself behind a lock
Glitch through it, [?]
Took your only handful and now you threw it out Stupid, stupid child, nothing you can do about it
What you looking sad for? Still got what you asked for
Shoot and hit the backboard, Go get your own bag, whore
And that's for anybody wastin' their time talkin' down
Actin' really tough and now [?] but you the softest cloud
Tryna be the talk of town, [?]
The action is to stop the sound

I've been waitin' for you
I've been waitin' for you, for you
Uh, uh, uh, uh

I remember back in Long Beach, sittin' in the crib
Everybody down bad, never on shit
A nigga wanna leave, but nobody got a whip
Spent the summertime sad, it was hotter than a bitch

I remember back in Long Beach rentin' an apartment
Tryna buy some Grabbas but my niggas getting carded
Told a nigga at the smoke shop that he acting retarded
I could walk to the opp crib if I wanted
But I probably won't
You grow slower when you made out of stone, I guess
Niggas switched and now they sleep on my floor
The cold shoulder, ho' pick up the phone
I just wanna, wanna, wanna talk
Wanna talk to you
What are you afraid of, pussy? I fuck those
I've been in the alley drinkin' with cut throat
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, you hypocrite nutso
Suck my fuckin' skin off my dick and my balls
If it fit in her walls, then it brick
Tuck yo' fuckin' prick in your pants and go make up a dance that could get you some clicks, nigga
You could be big
I remember back in Long Beach, sittin' in the crib with no air condition (it's some bad conditions)
And I got just what I wanted out
Moved into a crib right when I wanted out

I remember back in Long Beach, sittin' in the crib
Everybody down bad, never on shit
A nigga wanna leave, but nobody got a car
Everybody pussy while they hatin' from afar

Yeah, throwin' up a hundred times
A hundred for a hundred more, two-hundred forties
Probably about two-hundred forty get me horny
She want like two-hundred forty dollars worth of bottles she could swallow
I said, "Bitch, you look like Frida Kahlo" ugh
Shoutout Frida Kahlo though, geronimo and Dominos free delivery
I made lots of homies that can only one minute and change who they appear to be
Shape shift and left me, left me like Blake Griffin
Rape Riffin' [?], Fake grippin, Bape shipment
Lame niggas came with us, ain't leave with 'em
Goin' under when the seas hit 'em
And weighin' heavy on a hard heart
Darkie likin' how the tree get 'em
Sniffin' weed out like an aardvark
I don't really wanna be settin' an example for the way that y'all are
'Cause I live percussion, I can be rhythm, but it's jammin' with 'em that's the hard part

What the fuck were you just saying? That didn't even make any fuckin' sense
Ayy, suck my fuckin' dick