Back In Long Beach (ft Bruhmanegod & Cxrpse)

Uh, 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

Bitch tryna fuck, tobacco on the walls
Never thought I’d make it out, I put my back against the wall
All my opps a bunch of bitches, I know they wan’ see me fall
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 (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

Lowkey under the pressure
You couldn’t get through to him, not with hundreds of lectures
Live my life, finding ways to remove all the stressors
Saw everyone dyin’ off, guess it’s all for the better
Dead men walk on
Hope the rest all find their ways
Trap yourself behind a lock
You pissed away, you pissed ‘em off
Took your only handful and now you threw it out
Stupid, stupid child, nothing you can do about it
What you looking sad for? You 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
Boy up in Dorado, you the softest cloud
Tryna be the talk of town
He lackin’ now, but walk him out
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 Grabba 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 know me 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