And here we are.. Down to my last..
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Down To My Last
Verse 1
I’m the devil incarnate, when I’m down to my last;
All I bring, is the carnage, cutting throat for the cash;
I put the people up on it, now they all sellin crack;
But when I had to do it, they all had a laugh;
I guess you goin thru it, now you know the half;
Now you know, what road I chose, desperate for the cash;
Never judge the one you see, eatin with a mask;
Cus that could be, you my g, down to your last;
I guess you really never know; Maybe when you poor and broke;
Maybe when you feeling, how you liven, gots to really go;
If you tryin to blow, you gotta hustle, gotta stretch your flow;
Back to the wall, ashy knuckles don’t accept a no;
If they wanna tussle, and they muscled, well let it show;
That 1 2 game, brings you fame, you already know;
And If you don’t know, Than you aint down;
And this song aint for you, you can’t relate how;
It feels, when you need a meal;
Haven’t eaten all day, almost ready to kill;
Ready to bully your way, into another one’s deal;
If they don’t share that plate, it gets taken for real;
You gotta split that sale, i’m down to my last;
Its been slow as hell, and I’m down to my last;
No I can’t take shorts, I’m down to my last;
Yes I will extort, when I’m down to my last;
Verse 2
I paved the way for many men, but none of them can match my fee;
The plug gotta offer insurance, when he contract me;
The bar is set to none, for any one, who comes after me;
You can ask Black, Ice, tony dutch, or Swiggy D:
If I’m ever down on luck, I’m posting up, you stuck with me;
If your name aint X or Rush, than I don’t recognize your G;
If you aint Ray or jiggavelle, Than you must be weak;
If you aint Bobo or Trell, you aint as tough as me;
I don’t know that other dude, why he ask whats up with me;
Knowin I don’t fuck with you, good luck to you, don’t ask for me;
You don’t even really care, you just hate the fact I’m me;
You just hate i did it great, and never had to ask you please;
Never had to ask for help, never had to join the Bs;
Only needed slugs and tooch, SBC, and West Fetti;
Triz Unit all the way, since the day, we all agreed;
Your brother stays your blood, even if your brother makes you bleed;
They called me Killa G, cus everyday I am;
Murderin the hustle game, in every way I can;
Everyday, dressed in black, chillin wit D-Man;
An example to the land, of how a Village raise a man;
But the hood cant protect you, when I’m down to my last;
I’ll rob your niece and nephew when I’m down to my last;
Careful who you step to, if I’m down to my last;
I’ll Pocket check your corpse, and be off, with the stash;
Verse 3
I was young and growing up, always growing hunger pains;
Never really ate enough, never had another plate;
Mom was never shown up, she comin home another day;
There was like 10 of us, and none of us were shown a way;
Liven real shameless, way worse than the show today;
Everyone was Monica and Frank in the roles they played;
Used to give me ritoline, and since that day, drugs have stayed;
Predicaments they put me in, were detrimental to how I’m raised;
Fiendin for a come up, born broke, fetal syndrome came;
Soon as I stepped out the womb, doomed to a fate;
Of always wanting more, cus the poor know no other way;
When we down to nothin, we turn something, into ways that pay;
Down to my last, but its nothin, cus the shit can change;
I can hit the hood, for twenty minute, and flip and 8th;
I’m always good when I’m in it, and I come out great;
I’m always Snatchin funds, from those ones, who don’t come out late;
And if you got a problem, don’t tell it to my face;
Id rather that, behind my back, or else I’d catch a case;
And the first time you sell, to my clients you erased;
Your first will be your last, and the last, of your mistakes;
