To Make A Long Story Longer - Evidence, Jonwayne

Yo, there’s a time and place for everything, so let me start the narrative

I think that I’m the best but I ain’t here comparing arrogance

Apparently you’re scared and only acting insecurely

Some overcome their fear-the ones that don’t the ones that worry me

I’ll only make it if I do for self

It’s a shame what another man’ll do for his wealth

The whoopin' from a belt probably did me good

Made me look at the rich like I’m Robin Hood

I started rapping like Rage and got Robin good

From the Westside mobbin' out to Hollywood

Once the streetlights are on, I guess I probably should

Make my way back home, way before Platform

I was coming up quick without a pop in the mix

And I ain’t talkin' 'bout sound-my pops and I had a split

Self-taught to be a man, I learned how to behave

Cut my teeth at Venice Beach and had a few close shaves

Been a lot of places when I stare at the map

But never been to therapy-for me, that’s rap

I ain’t tryna save the world, won’t continue to spend

Just the people standing on it gonna pay for our sins

Being concerned with them ends is why I write in the cold

And I’ve been righting all my wrongs while I write in the cold

Got the fuck outta dodge and saw the world unfold

Origami in my palm and leave my girls untold, for real

To make a long story longer

(To make a long story longer)

It was 10 years ago when I took my momma’s laptop

Bootlegged a copy of Fruity Loops to get famous

Spent five years making bullshit

Rippin' innocence like a culprit

Dippin' in my memory series playing

Rap game rum ham

If you say he different, then I’ll slap you with my cum hand

Rookie to be master, laps of raps over a ghetto blaster

Dapper when I’m mackin', fatter when I’m trackin'

And she said, «Like you, I’m only good as my back ends»

I’m no slouch, whether or not it’s rain fallin' or no clouds

If only just to make your boy so proud

I’ma tell you when to go now-ghost ride it

My third eye ghostwrite it

I don’t fight it, 'cause that’s where my flow is so tightest

But I’ve been tight since hair was like Bo Bice

I was in the cut like scissors with no dykes

Winnin' like chicken dinners and grinnin' like I’ve been sinnin'

Rockin' that tit glitter

And if you’re mad at what we’re doing, then you’ve been bitter

Body forbid my heart is a martyr-longevity, my alma mater

An honor to create until I’m a goner

To make a long story longer

(To make a long story longer)