Last Supper — текст песни

You know I gotta drop something

We in here

I’ve been making plays for a minute, ladies know it’s me

Since my jeans had a crease, I ain’t never had a lease

Legend in these streets for the way that I can ride a beat

Then get inside a freak, grindin cuz I’m tryna eat

Painting of the last feast, bags full of centuries

Niggas can’t bring up LA and don’t mention me

We was having baggies, sixth grade in the ziploc

Listening to hip hop, my room like a gift shop

These girls wanna lip lock, she tryna get a wrist watch

Only fly nonstop, Dodgers or the White Sox

Yankees better thank me while I’m here, give me flowers

Beats I devour, come fuck me in the shower

I’m the muthafucka with the money and the power

Get paid by the hour, ya mans looking sour

Uh, my main thang was to be major paid

The game sharper than a muthafuckin' razor blade

They say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies

One nigga get jealous and muthafuckas die

Depend on me like the first and fifteenth

They might hold me for a second but these punks won’t get me

We got mo' niggas with Impalas and big cash

Screaming OPM every time we pass

Screaming OPM every time we pass

These niggas down bad, all my dawgs count cash

City view from the crib out the stainless glass

These niggas taking shortcuts and still try to brag

This bitch threw me the pussy, but I had to pass

Focused on the bigger picture, and the bigger bag

When you happy wit' yo life that make these haters mad

Remember days we was tripping and we double back

RIP, wish I could get him back

When they mention Mid City, they better scream G4

Do your research nigga yea we been on Pico

Bitch I’m really cut from it, nah this ain’t a ego

Stomp a nigga in Diors, that’s my nigga Cinco

Stone Island on my waist, smoking Zaza for the taste

Motivated in my mental with a heart full of faith

I’m tryna tell my youngins that life is not a race

And you can make it through when you figure out your pace

When you figure out your pace