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Performed by Ampichino, Yukmouth & Young Bossi. (Chorus) Been way too long So everything that I’ve done, I’ve done on my own Niggas really think they know But they down so I do it all on my own, nigga Man these streets so cold And if I do it, I do it all on my own I just wanna ride with you, baby I’ve been here before, it don’t phase me no mo. (Verse) It’s been a while since the song cried Fresh from a funeral, my dog died I’ve been dealing with this pain for a long time I’ve been waiting for a change but this the wrong kind It would never be the same, this a long ride I’m glad that I made it but this the wrong time Everybody I wanted to save this life with Is either dead or locked in a cell over this white shit In the night when I sleep I’m having dreams of my niggas Cold, chillin in vilas, livin like kings Hittin the rest, smoking tree for breakfast Money don’t matter no mo when you in the essence Once my nigga loyal and down I never questioned Letras de cancionesGoing up the wrong road, do you have any suggestions? He said get closer to God and learn your lessons Exercise your mind, use your words as your weapons (Chorus) Been way too long So everything that I’ve done, I’ve done on my own Niggas really think they know But they down so I do it all on my own, nigga Man these streets so cold And if I do it, I do it all on my own I just wanna ride with you, baby I’ve been here before, it don’t phase me no mo. (Verse) Fuck! My right hand man died, I missed his funeral I couldn’t go a view, my nigga body at no funeral I pray for you, askin God why they had to shoot the bro up Used to see my nigga ballin and fuckin on these groupie hoes He was poppin Rose mo, I was sippin Julio 8’s on his Lacs sellin packs out my studio Strictly business usual, we flipped the twin benzos Mine was platinum on them forgies, yours is black on Lorenzo’s We have matching dragon pieces, yours is black and mines was white gold Tourin overseas in Sydney fuckin on them white hoes Clique full of psychos, DYMBG The first white G to flip the Lambo in GT Salute my nigga PB, the prince of the streets Pretty black mob nigga getting rich in the streets Haters took my nigga away, now he missin the streets Money over everything until the mission complete Rest in peace black. (Chorus) Been way too long So everything that I’ve done, I’ve done on my own Niggas really think they know But they down so I do it all on my own, nigga Man these streets so cold And if I do it, I do it all on my own I just wanna ride with you, baby I’ve been here before, it don’t phase me no mo. (Verse) Lost so many niggas, the street’s so cold My heart froze, can’t shed tears no mo Used to post at the stow, getting money fuckin bad bitches I treat yo son like mine, nigga we still flippin We still rockin, keep the block poppin It’s bucks over fame and ain’t no stopping In the kitchen, cheffin up another batch Chops on deck, gritting hard for the stacks Free Big Cuss and my nigga Ray Nitty The streets feel me, we move mean in every city For a lean in my soda we pitchin til it’s over Keep my grass cut and my enemies closer To my dead niggas and my nigs in the pen One love from the boss, nigga we gon meet again I’m pourin clearatin in my Rose Hollin that Jose, politican bout this cake Chyeah (Chorus) Been way too long So everything that I’ve done, I’ve done on my own Niggas really think they know But they down so I do it all on my own, nigga Man these streets so cold And if I do it, I do it all on my own I just wanna ride with you, baby I’ve been here before, it don’t phase me no mo. From Letras Mania