Long Live (feat. Trooskii & P Jefe) Video (MV)

We just playing with them on this one, yeah
Let's do that then
No introduction needed, you know who it is
Still running shit up on the daily
Still in the trenches but I feel like I made it
Still a lot of money to be makin'
So much I can't stop from feelin' time wasted
But I'ma just stick to the basics
Stay up out they faces and stack it up brazy
Fly to new places
And make new relations
Only white guys I love dead,
Not being racist
Long live Frank, long live Jack
Every face on a bill, that come after that
Long live Walt
But y'all don't know about that
I just wish my boy would've kept that strap
Met him in the county,
Viewed he had my back
Last time that we spoke
Told me run up them racks
Know he looking down
View me doin' just that
Killmoves too turnt
And that's a motherf-kin' fact
Most trust in God
But I know I'm one
He gon' be great when his story all done
Stay ten toes down,
Never been the type to run
Avoid every obstacle
That's however they come
So when they got guns,
We gon' get some bigger drums
Attitude meaner than my motherf-kin' charm
Lil' brody shootin' s-t
That'll put the whole hood in harm
Kicking back brazy
Bout to dislocate his arm
They like, "Moves, Where you been?"
I been in the slums
That's where I come up
Breakin' down, runnin' up
Say I'm cuttin' up
But I ain't doin' enough
Got a lot,
But worth a whole lot more stuff
Cut from rare product,
I'ma diamond out the rough
Came up sellin' gas
Like it was snow up out to bluff
Swearin' that she love me,
Sayin' she can't get enough
But I'm knowin' that she really like the way I run it up
Notice she gon' f*ck me better
When I buy her stuff
But I'm sorry, baby girl,
I'm too invested in myself
Cause I can bring it back
I can distribute a pack
Moonwalk on the track
Like my name Mike Jack
Everything Killmoves drop,
Gon' slap
Everything Killmoves pop,
No cap
Got out, caught up,
I was tired of being lapped
Had to wake they ass up,
Cause they was tryna take a nap
Long live everybody gone
I was taught to get it, nobody gon' put you on
N--a, I just got the pack in,
Now I'm rollin' strong
I was out there rollin' loud,
Tryna get in Rolling Stone
I gotta make a n--a show me,
Ain't no talking on the phone
Aye, I been out here gettin' money,
Even make it on the phone
Even fam try to doubt me,
They ain't think that I can make it on my own
You ain't gotta give it to me,
I'ma take it, then I'm gone
Heard a pussy n--a want smoke,
That must be a joke
Somebody must have told him about his ho
Somebody must have told him that I had her by the throat
Pussy straight water
Like I had her on a boat
If I said it, then I said it, n--a,
Turn it to a quote
If it's up, then it's stuck,
I'll make a n--a float
Make it hard for a n--a family to try and cope
All this money in this tote,
Damn right I gotta tote
So much pain in my heart,
It be hard to cope
Remember days,
I ain't have nowhere to go
Me and my mama,
We was sleepin' on the floor
Thank God,
Ain't gotta do it no more
Straight drop,
We got it for the low
Me and Z-Dawg
Be posted at the store
Remember them nights,
We was kicking your door
Takin' yo shit
And we gotta get gone
Ayy, G-22
With the glitch on the back
Still in the hood,
And I pistol pack
Take your shit
I'm not givin' it back
Ayy,
G-22 with that chrome
(Hahahaha)
Ayy,
Hell nah,
We don't shoot at no homes
Baby cuz just got out that jail
Still in the hood
Still in the hood,
Tryna get off a bell
Hell nah, you know I can't tell
Ain't dropping no dime
Free Dougie
He got a lot of time
Run up on me and I'm uh
Run up on me and you know that I'm firin'
Try Jefe,
You must feel like dyin'
Ayy, on God
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay
Yeah, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Ayy, free all the guys, man
Long live 4x, man
Long all the guys, man
Yeah, yeah, yeah on God