Ab-Soul, Lori Writes - Long Term lyrics
Ab-Soul [Herbert Anthony Stevens IV] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ab-Soul, Lori Writes - Long Term lyrics]
Give me a little, little
Little more volume on the vocals
Mic check, mic check one two
This is it right here Wave, this is it
Thank you for tuning in
Hope y'all enjoyed yourself long Term
Motherfucker this is Long Term
Let me explain to you niggas
I'm here for the long haul
I'm fly as Curtis Pilot
You ever saw part of my Carson
Joggin' if y'all lost
But I been dedicated since back then
Started out with the double-time rhyme
Scheme I got from Twista
I couldn't quite convince the public
I was the one that'll put us up on the map
Throwin' away raps in a trash can
Fillin' my notebook up with my quotes
But the doors didn't open up
So I slowed it up
Found my niche, got my bars up
Black Planet freestyle chattin'
Get your guards up boys in Black had me hip
To punchlines and all that
Came back with some hard stuff
What I was like, sixteen I think?
Killin' 'em, box sealin' 'em
Like the rooftop
Not quite a god emcee, more like Jay Reed
Give me the oowop i don't care who drop
Still found room for development
Before MySpace views were so relevant
Hey Soul, you ever think of sellin' it?
What? Your soul! Heavens no
Unless it cost that at Heaven's door
I pave my own way, no steppin' stones
My first break was playin'
Songs for Tory Crow
The judge looked out, we even shot a video
Shout-out my man June
Can't forget my nigga Bones with the bangers
It's all love over here player
Before MP3 players could play us
I had a five-star tablet full of classics
At a time where every rapper
Was a gangsta or somethin'
Sort of became cliche some thought
From the suburbs where we do dirt
And hope we never get caught
Hittin' a lie, why would I lie?
I've been watching you
To whomever this may concern
I can see your grind
What you got is well deserved
You gotta get up, get out, and get it
You can't always wait your turn
And it may not happen tomorrow
You gotta think long term
I told myself like back in '05 I
Give this rap shit two years
But I'm still here
I've fallen in love with this hip-hop thing
Our relationship is real rare
The problem with a lot of newcomers is sad
But understood
I'm tryin' to make a great song
They tryin' to make it out the hood
I'm tryin' to be honored with
The Pacs and Biggies
And they tryin' to see face
On TV like, "Momma, see me?"
But it's a whole lot easier now
The Internet'll let the world
Play your media now
Your girlfriend cousin got a
Mixtape comin' out
And he got a beat you leased
But the producer is out of reach
This kid asked me how to
Make a name for himself
I told him I'm still tryin' to
Find a lane for myself
I could've lied to him and sold
Him a bunch of BS
But this is where the letter
Ends, before I go, pS
What is long term? Long term is everlasting
Long term is the thought
Of a future reference
Long term is everlasting
Long term is the thought
Of a future reference what is long term?
Long term is everlasting
Long term is the thought
Of a future reference
Long term is everlasting
Little more volume on the vocals
Mic check, mic check one two
This is it right here Wave, this is it
Thank you for tuning in
Hope y'all enjoyed yourself long Term
Motherfucker this is Long Term
Let me explain to you niggas
I'm here for the long haul
I'm fly as Curtis Pilot
You ever saw part of my Carson
Joggin' if y'all lost
But I been dedicated since back then
Started out with the double-time rhyme
Scheme I got from Twista
I couldn't quite convince the public
I was the one that'll put us up on the map
Throwin' away raps in a trash can
Fillin' my notebook up with my quotes
But the doors didn't open up
So I slowed it up
Found my niche, got my bars up
Black Planet freestyle chattin'
Get your guards up boys in Black had me hip
To punchlines and all that
Came back with some hard stuff
What I was like, sixteen I think?
Killin' 'em, box sealin' 'em
Like the rooftop
Not quite a god emcee, more like Jay Reed
Give me the oowop i don't care who drop
Still found room for development
Before MySpace views were so relevant
Hey Soul, you ever think of sellin' it?
What? Your soul! Heavens no
Unless it cost that at Heaven's door
I pave my own way, no steppin' stones
My first break was playin'
Songs for Tory Crow
The judge looked out, we even shot a video
Shout-out my man June
Can't forget my nigga Bones with the bangers
It's all love over here player
Before MP3 players could play us
I had a five-star tablet full of classics
At a time where every rapper
Was a gangsta or somethin'
Sort of became cliche some thought
From the suburbs where we do dirt
And hope we never get caught
Hittin' a lie, why would I lie?
I've been watching you
To whomever this may concern
I can see your grind
What you got is well deserved
You gotta get up, get out, and get it
You can't always wait your turn
And it may not happen tomorrow
You gotta think long term
I told myself like back in '05 I
Give this rap shit two years
But I'm still here
I've fallen in love with this hip-hop thing
Our relationship is real rare
The problem with a lot of newcomers is sad
But understood
I'm tryin' to make a great song
They tryin' to make it out the hood
I'm tryin' to be honored with
The Pacs and Biggies
And they tryin' to see face
On TV like, "Momma, see me?"
But it's a whole lot easier now
The Internet'll let the world
Play your media now
Your girlfriend cousin got a
Mixtape comin' out
And he got a beat you leased
But the producer is out of reach
This kid asked me how to
Make a name for himself
I told him I'm still tryin' to
Find a lane for myself
I could've lied to him and sold
Him a bunch of BS
But this is where the letter
Ends, before I go, pS
What is long term? Long term is everlasting
Long term is the thought
Of a future reference
Long term is everlasting
Long term is the thought
Of a future reference what is long term?
Long term is everlasting
Long term is the thought
Of a future reference
Long term is everlasting