Last of a Dying Breed

Plugged up since I got up
I wouldn't lie on you baby
I had the thang when I left here and went up yonder
No you didn't baby that damn phone was here when you left and come back
Well just keep a talkin' talk your ass off
You ain't carried no phone no where
I said talk yo ass off

My wife said scratch that verse and come harder
She the realest woman alive on our daughter
So later tonight Imma make her come harder
We love where we at but we strive to go further
I got a dead homie and I wish she met him
I know he up in heaven please send us blessings
You're nobody til somebody kill you
But these niggas still nobodies
Buying likes need to kill theyself
Last of a dying breed
Yeah the only nigga left
On the road to riches
Fucked up must've missed a step
Call himself The God MC
I wonder how the Christians felt
Nigga you a god too
No matter what the system tell you
And never let the system fail you
They'll derail you

Now we was once 2 niggas of the same kind
Used to bite each others raps and spit the same lines
That was middle school who knew you'd catch a murder charge
Facing football numbers talking 30 yards
I didn't believe it they was saying that you killed the homie
I knew the truth cause he told me that's my one and only
Picture yourself locked up in the county jail for 6 months
They saying that yo best friend died from yo own gun
This spose to be your verse right here so you can speak yo peace
But you locked up right now they snatched you off the streets
I asked God why my nigga never can catch a break
In '95 12 years old recording on cassette tapes
The life we chose hell naw my nigga that shit chose us
Life a bitch she know who the best is she chose up
The God MC hip hop started in the Bronx
Who would though a O-City nigga be on top
You was born in a big city I call that lucky
See me n my niggas hungry we want all that money
This for all the major markets every nigga is a star
But if you from where I'm from you got it 10 times harder
That's why on the mic I go 10 times harder than you niggas

Tryna elevate my people I spit it bro this our year
They say you need a hit now let's get it the summers near
I said okay let's blow then split it between us here
Then i start rapping like the lyricist of the year
I can't help it
Should i buy some plays and like and change my appearance
Post my life for sale put my soul on clearance
Daddy told me a sucker born every second
They trying hard flexing these my natural reflexes
Walked by my homie try not to look in his casket
My peripheral caught him tho I'm having flashes
I didn't go to the wake my homie from my hood
Called me like you need to come up here he looking good
So I can never try to rap like these niggas
Them niggas those niggas
Yall niggas no nigga
Tell me how to rap
I'm like fuck the hype fuck the trends
I'll let yall follow they play out before the summer end
Cold world get a good girl
Hold her down put a ring on it
Log off yo facebook cause all day you just be on it
Being nosey worried bout everybody business but yours
Gotta find happiness within yourself yes lord
I tell you you a God
You tell me that's blasphemous
I tell you who you are
You tell me that's racist
It's a conspiracy
They got your brain in a laundromat
All that negative shit I ain't got time for that
I got a phone call from one of my close friends
We talk about our problems we realer than most men
He said he feel trapped in the world like its closed in
I told him take the good with the bad and don't bend
And never fold
I love you more than you'll ever know
The power of the tongue can show him but gotta tell him tho
My day one man we from the same block
Came from a broken home my pops was his pops
He said he got a plan to get guap and switch spots
I told him I ain't wit it if its not this hip hop
We cant take the same chances that we did as kids
Cause all that shit we did we lucky to live