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Dave East - Long Way (Audio) ft. Cordae
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
Cordae
Cordae
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Francis Ubiera
Francis Ubiera
Songwriter
Daniel Garcia
Daniel Garcia
Songwriter
Lenard Rodriguez
Lenard Rodriguez
Songwriter
James Burns
James Burns
Songwriter
Kevin Volpe
Kevin Volpe
Songwriter
Cordae Dunston
Cordae Dunston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Buda and Grandz
Buda and Grandz
Producer
Big Len
Big Len
Co-Producer
Burns Beats
Burns Beats
Co-Producer
WHATSGOODKEV
WHATSGOODKEV
Co-Producer
Mike Kuz
Mike Kuz
Additional Producer
Jessi 'LYRIVELLI' Siri
Jessi 'LYRIVELLI' Siri
Recording Engineer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You wanna be rich or you wanna be broke? Huh Thinkin' to myself, I had a long night (I had a long night) Woke up somewhere else, I had a long flight (Where we go?) Sweatsuit for the flight, I got it, Off-White (I got it, Off-White) This is for my niggas really came up off white (Came up off white) You ain't never been on no mission that touched your heart, right? (Touched your heart, right?) You ain't never fucked no bitch 'til she ain't walk right (She ain't walk right) I know youngins that shoot funny like they Cartwright (Boom-boom, like they Cartwright) Home invasions feel amazing 'til you get caught, right? ('Til you get caught, right?) We masked up like Bane on them dark nights (On them dark nights) F&N bullets treat your body like a shark bite (Like a shark bite) Outside on them benches under park lights (Under park lights) That phone ring, you better answer, I don't call twice (I don't call twice) In a smoker crib, could find me all night (All night) Made enough for mama groceries, now we alright (We alright) Homie, you pussy with a strap, that mean you all dyke (That mean you all dyke) In these New York City night, you better talk nice (Talk nice, nigga) Thinkin' to myself, I came a long way (I came a long way) I could've took the wrong exit and went the wrong way (Went the wrong way) I'm just prayin' to God they let these songs play (I'm prayin') I ain't have to follow niggas, found my own way (Found my own way) This shit ain't a game so, nigga, don't play (Nigga, don't play) Don't never make a bet you know you won't pay (You know you won't pay) Think I could get away with murder, bitch, I'm OJ (Bitch, I'm OJ) Smokin' good, sit back, play the O'Jays (Play the O'Jays) Uh, sit back, Maybach, Luther Vandross House slippers, gold chains with a damn robe What I drive today? Mercedes or the Land Rove' Yeah, you thought that was your mans but your man's told Hundreds in my bankroll but all that glitters ain't gold I swore my heart done turned cold but that's just how the game goes I be in the crib home theater watchin' Django Thinkin' about the past like, "Why the fuck I come for lame hoes?" Was dreamin' of fortunes for me to schemes and extortions I blow a bag up at Nordstroms, I used to party at Morgan Them college days I was not as paid Used to sell weed after class and work at Fridays Dorm room, I would burn sage and bump Sade Bring a baddie back and blow that back out 'bout five ways Oh, yeah, back in my day Dreamin' of the future, we done came up from the past Livin' out today like this shit gon' be my last, my God Thinkin' to myself, I came a long way (I came a long way) I could've took the wrong exit and went the wrong way (Went the wrong way) I'm just prayin' to God they let these songs play (I'm prayin') I ain't have to follow niggas, found my own way (Found my own way) This shit ain't a game so, nigga, don't play (Nigga, don't play) Don't never make a bet you know you won't pay (You know you won't pay) Think I could get away with murder, bitch, I'm OJ (Bitch, I'm OJ) Smokin' good, sit back, play the O'Jays (Play the O'Jays) With some bitches that go both ways (Both ways) When I seen Nas in Belly, I got a low fade (I got a low fade) Iverson talking 'bout practice made me grow braids (Made me grow braids) We was dusty comin' up, shoutout to Locane (Shoutout to Locane) Now, I'm in some foreign shit takin' up both lanes (Skrrt) A lot of years they gave them prisons, still they won't change (They won't change) I never seen referees up in the dope game (Up in the dope game) I feel like Meech, gold Rollie, couple gold chains (Gold chains) Blowin' money fast, blowin' money fast (We blow it) Couldn't tell me shit, I counted a couple hundred cash Don't want to drive it if it ain't at least two hundred on the dash (Two-twenty) Everybody wanna ride with you until you crash (Ooh) Thinkin' to myself, I came a long way (I came a long way) I could've took the wrong exit and went the wrong way (Went the wrong way) I'm just prayin' to God they let these songs play (I'm prayin') I ain't have to follow niggas, found my own way (Found my own way) This shit ain't a game so, nigga, don't play (Nigga, don't play) Don't never make a bet you know you won't pay (You know you won't pay) Think I could get away with murder, bitch, I'm OJ (Bitch, I'm OJ) Smokin' good, sit back, play the O'Jays (Play the O'Jays) Fortune Favors the Bold
Writer(s): Dave East, James Burns, Lenard Rodriguez, Kevin Volpe, Mike Kuz, Buda Future, Grandz Muzik Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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