LAST JAM

Lyrics

[Intro: Nick Grant] Yeah Yeah Uh [Verse 1: Nick Grant] Don't let your last jam be your last jam 'Cause family just as fickle as these rap fans This shit is based on how well you can tap dance But somehow, I got the niggas in the trap sayin' "How you back here with me?" Shit, I don't know, I felt like I gave up me Could never sell my soul, it don't belong to thee They hate on competition and they made it hard to breathe They dick-ridin' for money, forget the cars and keys They frontin' like they sleep, but they pillow talk of me But back to this hard shit, look, mama, I thought I would flow The models ain't callin' no more, bottles don't sparkle no more There's Uncle Sam with a knock at the door He said, "You cappin', what's your point? You blamin' everybody else 'cause you ain't got no joints? Here we go again I seen so many of y'all come and go like minute-men" The industry's a freak, don't stick your tongue in this She fucked so many niggas over, it's become a trend Nobody ever gives a fuck how much talent you got You ever got a chance, know that it's not promised to you, my nigga [Chorus: Nick Grant & Uncle Chucc] Don't let your last jam be your last jam Don't let your last jam be your last jam Don't let your last jam be your last jam Experience is the soundtrack to life Will they still love you when you fall off? Somehow get your flowers when you go? [Verse 2: Nick Grant] Yeah, they tryna take me off, it's either him or I They playin' both sides like they Gemini You know the flow cold like ghetto kitchen tile But that don't mean nothin', boy, if your shit ain't viral My humble beginnings was such a different time Not the shooter, but all the shooters are friends of mine What kind of nigga am I? I said the nigga kind The way I'm holdin' this dough, more like the chivalry kind Still, I'm nothin' but a slave to the label, I Look at the colors of life, they coincide Pussy-pink diamonds under magenta skies Life is a beach until you wave goodbye Tell 'em I'm dope, they gotta wait for mine Tell 'em I'm dope, they gotta— never mind Big booty Benz with no waist, it got Shakira vibes At the dinner table, I did this shit by the grace of God I got this rap shit and vanished Sorry, I'm not a fan of them, get to steppin' like Pamela Revenge is foul, Hamlet They treated me like amateur Watchin' these square patterns, these niggas is rockin' flannels again? [Chorus: Nick Grant] Don't let your last jam be your last jam Don't let your last jam be your last jam Don't let your last jam be your last jam Experience is the soundtrack to life Don't let your last jam be your last jam Don't let your last jam be your last jam Don't let your last jam be your last jam Experience is the soundtrack to life