Last Days

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Sometime I be rolling thinking my last days Sometimes I be getting money the bad way 50 told me ski masks gon' be the fast way If I get caught and do a bid what would my dad say? Would he be pissed and put some money in my [?] Or throw some flowers if I end up in that cemetery Questions I ask strict I have a son and leave this Earth then he a bad [?] and grow u to be bad as shit My baby mother gon' be out messing with other niggas And have a kid from one that really wasn't fucking with her My time [?] with these birds so I don't fuck with Twitter These are the things I think about here goes my vivid picture While niggas was hesitating waiting to see the plan I was living in Pennsylvania went to Rhode Island on Peter Pan Too busy up in them streets, I barely seen my fam My grandmother worried like "oh here we go this shit again" Nana still love me though, [?] still hugged me close Mama care about me, no she don't she left me in the cold Daddy still ride with me, know I still see the love When the streets was rough I had the heater tucked Now I'mm first class and my feet is up Figure why they call it stress Though I'm too blessed to be stressed, getting this off of my chest I wonder if I'm working hard and getting money for my last pay Praying to God, cause tomorrow could be my last day [Hook] When it falls and the days grow quicker Still stacking my figures, be the same lil nigga I ain't worried about nothing nigga I'ma do me This is how I'm gon' eat, that's the way it's gon' be so I be My fast pace fuck with my past state Lit cigars flick the ash strays to pass day Until my last days, my last days, until my last days [Verse 2] See in my hood they know what's up and already know hat I've been about I ain't slipping out, I be chilling out If it's war time then them killers out Done seen it all been through it all Still going through the same shit Rearrange shit when that pay it Tightest circle with niggas I hang with You be that frail shit, I'd rather keep it real You claim you making moves, but how if you're standing still? Don't give a fuck about you or you lame hoes When the stakes low, I became pro Getting pesos, y'all [?] hoes Time to see the truth if it's in you then you gon' do What the hell you got to do, you ain't stopping go on make your move This dedicated to you, realness coming from me Actually it's for the both of us, to the top we gon' be And that's real [Hook]