Lyrics

[Intro: Michael Franks & Slim Thug] It won't be for long And though we're apart It won't be long, mane It won't be for long And though we're apart Still my niggas on lock, mane It won't be for long And though we're apart You know I'm sayin'? Hold your mufuckin' head It won't be for long And though we're apart [Verse 1: Slim Thug] Let me shoutout all my niggas gon' fed- My niggas on lock My patnas in the Pen-, who might never get out They say, "Three times, you lose," and you on your third shot So, the judge talkin' twenty for that Glock and them rocks It sounds so misdemeanor, was worth about a gram White-collar crimes get you that time for stealin' millions, man But you ain't missin' nothin' but the same old shit The rich still gettin' rich, while the poor hit licks Same niggas doin' the same shit, from the stand to the bricks Young niggas out here wildin', tryna come up quick Remind me of yall niggas always tryna get ahead As soon as you get close, you went back fed- Or you went back state for a small vacay Just been gone for eight, back home and on the next day Wish you was here, my nigga, your kids growin' fast When you touch down, it's time, slow down on the gas [Chorus: Michael Franks & Le$] And though we're apart, it won't be for long And though we're apart, it won't be for long And though we're apart, it won't be for long And though we're apart Not for long It won't be for long [Verse 2: Le$] Okay Ridin' through the city, head up in the clouds Know you're lookin' down, I'm just hopin' that you're proud Took the right path, when I could've went left Told me, "Do the right thing," but I acted straight death Never pulled my pants up, yeah, I still smoke weed Got a bunch of tattoos, lil' more than I need Last thing that you told me was to handle my bidness So, I go hard all day with the Lord as my witness From the mornin' to the night, I'm tryna make it right 'til the day I blackout and move closer to the light And when they open up them gates, I hope you waitin' for me And keep me safe from all them suckas who be hatin' for me Hard times come around, know you're helpin' me through Taught me, "Never mind them, homie, do it for you" Your grandson in the game, and he playin' it smart I know it won't be long that we stayin' apart [Chorus: Michael Franks & M.U.G] And though we're apart, it won't be for long And though we're apart, it won't be for long And though we're apart, it won't be for long And though we're apart, it won't be for long Yeah, it won't be long [Verse 3: M.U.G] Babymama kicked me out the crib, don't want me there Ain't seen my kids in a couple days, this shit ain't fair She mad I stay in these streets, growin' gray hair 'cause I'm stressed on this situation, smoke in the air Know I'm takin' the penitentiary chance when I leave the crib But I'm tryna get this money, so somethin' gotta give Police on my trail, I'm just tryna live Keep my pistol jacked, 'cause there's watchin', and I ain't tryna slip Hope I wake up to another day, just lost pops Half of my niggas just caught a case, or on lock Been on the grind for a minute, still ain't on top Facin' this daily bullshit, like it won't stop And they keep tellin' me to hold on All this weight on my shoulders makin' me so strong Some came, some gone, life goes on I'm chasin' bread 'til I get a mil-, it won't be long