Long Way To Go

(album: Keed Talk To 'Em 2 - 2023)

My baby, my baby
My baby, my baby
My baby, my baby
My baby, my baby
Talk to 'em

Got a long way to go, but I'm closer than ever
I Chanel the belt, I Chanel the sweater
I go through a lot but I keep it together (I go through a lot)
I'm pulling up, four hundred and better
It's a real blitz storm in this motherfucking bezel
I put my heart out, I wrote me a letter
A nigga so rich, they calling me treasure (I wrote me a letter)
I'm styling, I'm wilding, got sticks, I ain't hiding
My bitch, exotic, like something from the islands
My peace, so sacred, I stay by violence
LA, all ducked off, in the hills, the highest

Look how my bands up
I just be entertaining the crowd, just like a stand-up
I was down on my dick, couldn't even stand up
Yeah, your block twisted, yeah, nigga get patted up
I want everything I see, just bag it up
Too many cameras on the condo, just need to back me up
Yeah, she dropped her draws, her ass soft like cotton balls
Can't even hold the Draco in my hand, it jump like a frog (Grrt)
Boy, kill yourself, you think my daughter ain't getting fed
Having a talk with Bankroll, that'll get a nigga stretched (Stretched)
Yeah, they talking 'bout doing this and that, but you know they scared
Nigga mad 'bout they bankroll, income ain't coming in, yeah

Got a long way to go, but I'm closer than ever
I Chanel the belt, I Chanel the sweater
I go through a lot but I keep it together (I go through a lot)
I'm pulling up, four hundred and better
It's a real blitz storm in this motherfucking bezel
I put my heart out, I wrote me a letter
A nigga so rich, they calling me treasure (I wrote me a letter)
I'm styling, I'm wilding, got sticks, I ain't hiding
My bitch, exotic, like something from the islands
My peace, so sacred, I stay by violence
LA, all ducked off, in the hills, the highest

My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby
My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby

Smelling like Tom Ford, baby girl loving my hygiene (Hygiene)
Yeah, I'm dripping in fashion, and I ride with these magazines
Choker chain dance, yeah, fast car driving
Stains on my jeans, it wasn't for that, you would'a never caught me
I just have a lot of rings on me like a Audi
Lifestyle I'm living, I never pop it
He made the wrong turn on Bleveland, then they burnt him up
Riding 'round with a lot of racks in my jeans
Yeah, I got Birkins on me (Racks)
Ho thought I was slow because I was sipping codeine
Bitch, you burnt as fuck
Know that you running 'round here fucking the whole gang, yeah, you slurping us

Got a long way to go, but I'm closer than ever
I Chanel the belt, I Chanel the sweater
I go through a lot but I keep it together (I go through a lot)
I'm pulling up, four hundred and better
It's a real blitz storm in this motherfucking bezel
I put my heart out, I wrote me a letter
A nigga so rich, they calling me treasure (I wrote me a letter)
I'm styling, I'm wilding, got sticks, I ain't hiding
My bitch, exotic, like something from the islands
My peace, so sacred, I stay by violence
LA, all ducked off, in the hills, the highest

My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby
My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby