Long Time Comin` (as I Look Back) Lyrics

Long Time Comin` (as I Look Back) lyrics

f/ First Lady (Major Figgas)







[Big Nug] - Speaking



As I look back, and remember all the shit that's happened to me



I realize that...it's been a long time coming...







[Big Nug] - Rapping



It was hard growin' up, where I lived



One bedroom apartment, Eight little kids



One mother, no father, nigga was all coked up



Thinkin' back I might have even sold that nigga some



At school till three, Hit the corners till two



Part of the family, Helped me deal wit da shit I went through



No promise, a prison with no escape



Growing up in a drugland of poverty and rape



My picture is still on the wall at all the police stations



All the post offices, Nation-wide, I was braisin



A lil' kid, Too dumb to stay out of trouble



A knucklehead, thought by my Moms to be lovable



So much potential, but without a fuckin' cause



Eager to be the cat to break all the fuckin' laws



My best friend was Mary, And that ain't no chick



Gina was the name of the girl used to suck my dick, anyway



Time passed and I got older



Father of three children, Not even twenty-one or older



Turned to the streets to keep a nigga sober



Like a shoulder, Except I couldn't lean over



What a life, Now I push around in a Red Range Rover



Take my girl to eat lunches at Dober, Kid's off the street



The struggle is over







[First Lady] - Rapping



Wasn't shit hard...The way our life turned around



Wasn't shit hard...How we had to survive on that ground



Wasn't shit hard...Tryin' to hold shit down



It's been a long time comin', As I look back where I'm from and



Wasn't shit hard...Buyin' dubs wit stamps



Wasn't shit hard...Paper pillows, Old kerosine lamps



Wasn't shit hard...Cockroaches and all dem ants



It's been a long time comin', As I look back where I'm from and







[Big Nug] - Rapping



I still remember that day, Meetin' wit record execs



Outside of the office, Took a hit and a deep breath



Never thought rappin' could bring me so much



Always thought the rap game was too hard to touch



It's too much



For me to sit back and think, About my life, it's old direction



And how I was on the brink, Of losin' my head



Not givin' a fuck about work, But instead



Chillin' wit my peoples all day long, If I wasn't signed by Chris



I would have been done writing songs



Put it out strong, My mother used to say



And maybe one day, You'll be able to stay



Legit, Leave behind all this thug shit



My mother never thought I was ever comin' home



Feared my ass was iced and alone



Cuz didn't nobody say shit in my hood when they saw it



Think about black folks, We the last to call it



And all these corny rappers talkin' bout



In west Philadelphia born and raised



Make it sound like paradise, 



Like Philly life should be praised



Yo ma







[First Lady] - Talking



Sup nigga







[Big Nug] - Talking



Remember dem days







[First Lady] - Rapping



No doubt, When niggas used to steal my mail and



Sell it back to me, No meaning of life



Cuz if I had that they'd take that from me



Workin' three jobs to feed my kids



While my baby father ran off with some trick



Oh I remember







[Big Nug] - Rapping



Them days when it was hard to keep it real



It's been a long time coming coming, 



From not knowing about my next meal







[First Lady] - Rapping



Wasn't shit hard...The way our life turned around



Wasn't shit hard...How we had to survive on that ground



Wasn't shit hard...Tryin' to hold shit down



It's been a long time comin', As I look back where I'm from and



Wasn't shit hard...Buyin' dubs wit stamps



Wasn't shit hard...Paper pillows, Old kerosine lamps



Wasn't shit hard...Cockroaches and all dem ants



It's been a long time comin', As I look back where I'm from and











[First Lady] - Rapping



Wasn't shit hard...The way our life turned around



Wasn't shit hard...How we had to survive on that ground



Wasn't shit hard...Tryin' to hold shit down



It's been a long time comin', As I look back where I'm from and



Wasn't shit hard...Buyin' dubs wit stamps



Wasn't shit hard...Paper pillows, Old kerosine lamps



Wasn't shit hard...Cockroaches and all dem ants



It's been a long time comin', As I look back where I'm from and







[Big Nug] - Talking



It was hard...Trying to survive and stay alive



But the scariest shit was that there were niggaz worse off than me



And I had it rough



So this goes out to anybody that went though, Is going through,



Or will go through the struggle, Keep your head, One ("One" is
echoed)







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