My Last

I was on my last I was on my last
But I got off my ass
I done found a bag
I done found a bag
Now I'm popping tags
I was on my last I was on my last
But I got off my ass
I done found a bag
I done found a bag
Now I'm popping tags

We went from Hondas to rovers
Getting comma's off quarters
A nigga dropping Bombs I'm the coldest
The world on my shoulders
I was broke like it's over
But then I bounced back like a soldier
Stand strong like I told you
I taught you strike like a kobra
And now I kill these mics off the dosia
We went from broke to having paper
From no smoke to puffin vapors
Strip you I'm on your head like a taper

I was on my last I was on my last
But I got off my ass
I done found a bag
I done found a bag
Now I'm popping tags
I was on my last I was on my last
But I got off my ass
I done found a bag
I done found a bag
Now I'm popping tags

Went to something from nathin
Ballin on them niggas hatin
I waited my turn I was patient
Let I burn leave it vacant
I'm on they perm niggas ancient
On snake shit no dollars it don't make sense
I had to take shit peace to that snake shit
Peace she ain't talking about dollars
Cause we gone break a bitch
In the streets we be stacking them dollars until we make it rich
And if your life ain't shit
It's what you make of it
Slimey grit till I'm ninety I'm flipping chicken shining
Big tyming she thick name diamond sipping and reclining
Spit rewinding she loves when I'm wryming
She know I'm chart climbing
Sparks start flying I make em start crying
I was on my last
Now two hundred on the dash
I was puffing trash
Now I'm off gas
Still fuck taz nigga

I was on my last I was on my last
But I got off my ass
I done found a bag
I done found a bag
Now I'm popping tags
I was on my last I was on my last
But I got off my ass
I done found a bag
I done found a bag
Now I'm popping tags



Credits
Writer(s): Dante Simms
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