Lyrics to Long Story Short
Ayo
Look both ways before crossin' the street
He had hoop dreams, all he wanted to do was ball in the league
The best player on the court with grown men at like 14
Had handles like hot sauce and his jumpshot was all cream
Grew up poor, mommy was a fiend, daddy off the scene
Played ball for the team but couldn't keep his nose clean
First name Derrick, but they called him Bizzy
Woulda thought he'd be ballin' for the Bulls, but now he's callin' for a 60
Fucked his knee up tryna D up, dreams down the drain
Now he addictеd to Oxycontin he take for pain
That shit is ill, he lost his will, I seen it in his еyes
Few months ago he ate a fake pill, I heard he died
Jermaine sold him this shit, son it's part of the game
He felt no shame, he let his whole life go down the fucking drain
Who's to say the outcome would be the same if he bought from Shane
He got a daughter, he needs to change
Plus he want a Range
Heartless, his mind on "I'ma get it regardless"
The one who last the longest in the jungle be the smartest
Can't deal forever though, he had dreams of bein' an artist
'till NYPD kicked his door, now he knocked for murder charges
Damn, he was better off tryna scam
The pressed pills of Fetty Wap got Jermaine into jail
They flipped his residence, found a phone and overwhelming evidence
Karma's a bitch, [?] a blessing or it's venomous
They both coulda been superstars, him for ballin', him for bars
Sometimes the hood is undefeated, it's damn hard to beat the odds
Throwin' hooks and uppercuts but he ain't leavin' bar
The devil knocked him out clean, forgot about his guard
Life loss, play the game and get horsed
Neverending story was to book, the judge threw Jermaine in court
Long story short, both was tryna ball
Dreams of makin' it to the top but rock bottom ain't too far to fall
Bizzy got a mural on the wall
The hood fucked up when the Chinamen sent that Fentanyl
Look both ways before crossin' the street
He had hoop dreams, all he wanted to do was ball in the league
The best player on the court with grown men at like 14
Had handles like hot sauce and his jumpshot was all cream
Grew up poor, mommy was a fiend, daddy off the scene
Played ball for the team but couldn't keep his nose clean
First name Derrick, but they called him Bizzy
Woulda thought he'd be ballin' for the Bulls, but now he's callin' for a 60
Fucked his knee up tryna D up, dreams down the drain
Now he addictеd to Oxycontin he take for pain
That shit is ill, he lost his will, I seen it in his еyes
Few months ago he ate a fake pill, I heard he died
Jermaine sold him this shit, son it's part of the game
He felt no shame, he let his whole life go down the fucking drain
Who's to say the outcome would be the same if he bought from Shane
He got a daughter, he needs to change
Plus he want a Range
Heartless, his mind on "I'ma get it regardless"
The one who last the longest in the jungle be the smartest
Can't deal forever though, he had dreams of bein' an artist
'till NYPD kicked his door, now he knocked for murder charges
Damn, he was better off tryna scam
The pressed pills of Fetty Wap got Jermaine into jail
They flipped his residence, found a phone and overwhelming evidence
Karma's a bitch, [?] a blessing or it's venomous
They both coulda been superstars, him for ballin', him for bars
Sometimes the hood is undefeated, it's damn hard to beat the odds
Throwin' hooks and uppercuts but he ain't leavin' bar
The devil knocked him out clean, forgot about his guard
Life loss, play the game and get horsed
Neverending story was to book, the judge threw Jermaine in court
Long story short, both was tryna ball
Dreams of makin' it to the top but rock bottom ain't too far to fall
Bizzy got a mural on the wall
The hood fucked up when the Chinamen sent that Fentanyl
