Last Chance
I've been riding one time for my drillers
One time for my killaz
One time for my niggas
We gotta make it one time for pillars
One time for gorillas
One time for the million
Where i'm from we turn nothing into something
I've been taking all these pills just to numb me
I've been hurt too many times it's hard to function
I've been hurt too many times self destruction
Cause i put my city on
Chopper the choppa and then we wrong
I put my pain on the map and on this song
Can't trust another soul don't know what they be on
I take that family personal they took my brother in
We got them dicks in the clips yeah now we shooting ricch
Yeah i came a long way but i was born to win
Yeah we pressed on the gas and now we flying in
Can't say i'm doing good when my people dying
Yeah but i can't give my heart out cause people lying
I remember them days when i was crying
Now we driving to islands and buying diamonds
Yeah i came a long way but i kept smiling
Yeah my queen on my side and she be riding
My momma gave what she could we was surviving
I was striving to dive in made sacrifices
First time i went on the charts it was exciting
Yeah let's go back to the fact i love them diamonds
But don't speak up on my name if i can't speak it back
If you shoot at us just know we shooting back
We went from rags to riches I put my soul on that
Yeah went from rags to riches yeah I put my soul on that
Remember all of them days I got no love back
and now all the people hated just give me they love back
Now fuck you
I've been on my own tryna run through
I've been on my lonely
Don't nobody even know me
Don't try me I ain't your homie
Cause I'll blow yo ass back
Put pressure up on the map
Cause this is my last chance
I gotta go make it fast
I've been sitting on my ass
Now we making bags
And now we counting up stack
Yeah we shooting with them gats
And i ain't trippin about no bitch nor a price tag
We put money on your head and we forget about it
Heart so cold man it feels like i'm just gazing bodies
Yeah we did what we could we had to escape the violence
Yeah I know you see the dedication
I put my foot on the gas and now we waiting
Ain't got no choice no plan B gotta make it
Don't know too many people cause they be snaking
Yeah my bro just got locked up he gotta face it
He gotta face it woah woah
He gotta face it
He gotta face it woah woah
One time for my killaz
One time for my niggas
We gotta make it one time for pillars
One time for gorillas
One time for the million
Where i'm from we turn nothing into something
I've been taking all these pills just to numb me
I've been hurt too many times it's hard to function
I've been hurt too many times self destruction
Cause i put my city on
Chopper the choppa and then we wrong
I put my pain on the map and on this song
Can't trust another soul don't know what they be on
I take that family personal they took my brother in
We got them dicks in the clips yeah now we shooting ricch
Yeah i came a long way but i was born to win
Yeah we pressed on the gas and now we flying in
Can't say i'm doing good when my people dying
Yeah but i can't give my heart out cause people lying
I remember them days when i was crying
Now we driving to islands and buying diamonds
Yeah i came a long way but i kept smiling
Yeah my queen on my side and she be riding
My momma gave what she could we was surviving
I was striving to dive in made sacrifices
First time i went on the charts it was exciting
Yeah let's go back to the fact i love them diamonds
But don't speak up on my name if i can't speak it back
If you shoot at us just know we shooting back
We went from rags to riches I put my soul on that
Yeah went from rags to riches yeah I put my soul on that
Remember all of them days I got no love back
and now all the people hated just give me they love back
Now fuck you
I've been on my own tryna run through
I've been on my lonely
Don't nobody even know me
Don't try me I ain't your homie
Cause I'll blow yo ass back
Put pressure up on the map
Cause this is my last chance
I gotta go make it fast
I've been sitting on my ass
Now we making bags
And now we counting up stack
Yeah we shooting with them gats
And i ain't trippin about no bitch nor a price tag
We put money on your head and we forget about it
Heart so cold man it feels like i'm just gazing bodies
Yeah we did what we could we had to escape the violence
Yeah I know you see the dedication
I put my foot on the gas and now we waiting
Ain't got no choice no plan B gotta make it
Don't know too many people cause they be snaking
Yeah my bro just got locked up he gotta face it
He gotta face it woah woah
He gotta face it
He gotta face it woah woah
Credits
Writer(s): Jestin O. Vasquez
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