Long Time Coming (feat. Swoope)

I've been treating this part of life like a dance floor

Side stepping all the things I've made plans for

And I ain't acting when I'm taking on the man's roles

Chance to enhance the fam can be a handfull

I rather have my hands full than be empty-handed

Travel all around the planets till I have it planted

Grow roots like great grand pap, married 65 years, 20 kids, same family

Strong as an ox and I'm from the same stock

So I'll won't be hanging out 'till I see the sun o'clocks

It's been a long time coming but I'm coming at a decent hour

Everything I've have is ours start the wedding shower

Teeball games in the summer ballet in the winter

And I ain't scrolling through my twitter while we having dinner

Time to grow up, done drinkin' 'til I throw up

Neglected little man for my plans, try'n to blow up

Some people are so focused on the road to success

They don't see their whole family laying dead on the tracks.

I rather seize to have my lyrics spread over tracks

And put some family photos on the walls instead of plaques.

It's been a long time coming, but we're here now

Look

I remember watching videos by Hype Will

Thinking I could do that if I had a nice deal

But the precedent is MC's dead believe

They take the same exit that Mason Betha did

Cause when you're talking steal then ya sound hard

But they let you out ya deal when you found God

Back to watching Hype Will, think about how I feel

Wishes spitting Christian wasn't God's will

It's been a long time running, long time wondering

Long time humming ... songs that I hated

From a rapper that I felt was overrated

'Cause I knew that he was faking but he everybody's favorite

Coming with that same "ha" had an 808 hit

Bricks that weight lift, chicks that is naked

I'm in my house studyin' the scripts that is sacred

If this a success recipe I ain't gonna make it

So many reasons not to. I only graduated high school

I'm from a small little city that they fly through, but never fly to

Just a plain town tryin' to be fly too

A town rapper, we backed down never

So I'm fi'n to take my hood up like Trayvon

Fi'n to hold my hood down like your favorite mob

Ventilate some hood, now I'm with the favorite march.

Walk up with the king boy I'm about to Pharoah march.

Red Sea is my favorite part.

The Lord opened up a new avenue

In the street, got the dove award and we passin through.

Church clothes on the mic spitting what your pastor do

Looking at the world through our Master's view.

Offer you the optic codes, keep this glasses, too.

On fire for the king, but we're cold rappers, dude.

It's been a long time coming