LNLA

[Chorus]
Eight years
Eight years, I've been working, I've been patient
Did it on my own, you know I played fair
In the hills for just two days, I cannot stay here
I miss my baby, yeah
Last night in Los Angeles
Bringing home my advance plus some shit
I'll see you when I'm landing
I'll be out quick, ain't claim no baggage, girl
Couple weeks and I'm back on the road
Couple weeks and we back on the phone
You know you hear that sass in your tone
So don't make me go ask, "What you on?"
This life that you want means I have to go
But these girls on tour gon' tempt me, I can't stop it, girl, I'm on

[Verse 1]
Majors want me, I'm still indie, I won't let 'em take my soul
Shawty want me to get hеr Fenty, got offended, I was wrong
I spеnt too much time with junkies, thought she talking 'bout the dope
Yeah, dope dealer swag, she got coke in her nose
And a tote in her bag like a hipster
Know a couple ghosts in my past so I smoke some more gas
And I pour some out the glass to remember
Yeah, but the weed really different in L.A
I get high and I don't get a headache
And because the money been steady
Or it's 'cause I'm finally ready
Time's up, niggas placed they betting's already
If you ain't in now, forget it

[Bridge]
Eight years ago, just had my mama laptop and a Blue Snowball to record
Eight years later, got flown to L.A., got a bag and a half and booked some shows
Seven years prior, I still had kept that fire
Seven later, I was down at my lowest
Six before, I finished my first mixtape, thought that was finna go gold
Six more go by, thought I got no ride, really, I'm way down the road

[Chorus]
Eight years
Eight years, I've been working, I've been patient
Did it on my own, you know I played fair
In the hills for just two days, I cannot stay here
I miss my baby, yeah
Last night in Los Angeles
Bringing home my advance plus some shit
I'll see you when I'm landing
I'll be out quick, ain't claim no baggage, girl
Couple weeks and I'm back on the road
Couple weeks and we back on the phone
You know you hear that sass in your tone
So don't make me go ask, "What you on?"
This life that you want means I have to go
But these girls on tour gon' tempt me, I can't stop it, girl, I'm up

[Verse 2]
Me and my money be twins, and my weed a triplet
Why? 'Cause we all stuck
I was way too gone on molly, pupils look like hockey pucks
Funny how you crush a Oxy just to get quick to the slump
I don't care how big you talk it, you ain't himma where I'm from
You ain't seeing where I started, just the silhouette of my jump

[Outro]
Eight years
Eight years, I've been working, I've been patient
Did it on my own, you know I played fair
In the hills for just two days, I cannot stay here
I miss my baby, yeah
Last night in Los Angeles
Bringing home my advance plus some shit
I'll see you when I'm landing
I'll be out quick, ain't claim no baggage, girl
Couple weeks and I'm back on the road
Couple weeks and we back on the phone
You know you hear that sass in your tone
So don't make me go ask, "What you on?"
This life that you want means I have to-