Last of Days (feat. Styla the Northway)
Chef get nasty
Build me up casket
Wrap it, tap it
Tip in the basket
Bitch I go hard
Until I am massive
Pass it, pass it
I wanna get gassed up
Catch me at the bank I'm tryna get paid
Yo Catch me in bed, I'm sleeping in late
Just pulled it out my head near three days straight
Just put it to my head but I'm pulling out blanks
Throw one up, Last of days
Roll one up, let's get blazed
Take a sample, last for days
My pedal pressed, I win this race
Tunnel vision on my vision
Blow my pistons, end up missin
Listen bitches I'm just pissin
Dissin britches of yah shitin
Ripping down doors
Get better by fours
Been running so long
My feet got sores
I want that steak
I want that cake
I want that date
Now clear my plate
Man I'm trippy oh my fuck
Lion tigers bears oh my
Did you see that bird fly by
Or are you just third eye blind
I'll break it down
I'll gaslight you
I'll mock yah talent
I'll take your food
I'll take yah plate
I'll take a duce
I'll spin yah top
And spin this room up
Please don't take my mind away
Please don't take my life away
Please don't take my voice away
Please don't take my boys away
I don't want to play today
Sit back and just fade-away
Paper stacking in my bank
Bodies stacking in a lake
I don't want to play today
Sit back and just fade-away
I think today's the last of days
Let's just rap the rest of days
Build me up casket
Wrap it, tap it
Tip in the basket
Bitch I go hard
Until I am massive
Pass it, pass it
I wanna get gassed up
Catch me at the bank I'm tryna get paid
Yo Catch me in bed, I'm sleeping in late
Just pulled it out my head near three days straight
Just put it to my head but I'm pulling out blanks
Throw one up, Last of days
Roll one up, let's get blazed
Take a sample, last for days
My pedal pressed, I win this race
Tunnel vision on my vision
Blow my pistons, end up missin
Listen bitches I'm just pissin
Dissin britches of yah shitin
Ripping down doors
Get better by fours
Been running so long
My feet got sores
I want that steak
I want that cake
I want that date
Now clear my plate
Man I'm trippy oh my fuck
Lion tigers bears oh my
Did you see that bird fly by
Or are you just third eye blind
I'll break it down
I'll gaslight you
I'll mock yah talent
I'll take your food
I'll take yah plate
I'll take a duce
I'll spin yah top
And spin this room up
Please don't take my mind away
Please don't take my life away
Please don't take my voice away
Please don't take my boys away
I don't want to play today
Sit back and just fade-away
Paper stacking in my bank
Bodies stacking in a lake
I don't want to play today
Sit back and just fade-away
I think today's the last of days
Let's just rap the rest of days
Credits
Writer(s): Malachai Hilt
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