Last Dime

I was down to my last dime
I felt like robbing my own nigga
Dice game money on da ground
I picked it up
And ran off wit it
Dem old heads
Ain't neva chase me
They just said
That they gone kill me
And da same one
Made that statement
Really mad cus I'm fuckin his sister

Lil nigga big pistol like a missile
Lord don't make me
Pull da trigger
Cuz I'll kill dis lil nigga
Gone have to forgive me
For how I'm living!
I'm use to being da villain
But really I ain't a bad guy
Just need my piece of da pie
And bae got da shake wit da fries
Paid dues to da mobb
Organized crime
Got da same firearms as Sudam
And I'm rich homie Quan
But dis shit don't mean none
If a nigga can't see his son
Conspiracy charge made bond
25 racks like, huh
Don't wanna be a playa like Pun
Bag ah za za in da trunk
I done made it out the mud
But I still hang in da slums
Love guitars but we play wit drums
Trapped saved up a lump sum
Had to buy back da block
Now we get dat passive income
I was down to my last my dime
Luckily da plug hit my line
Cus sum shit ran through my mind
Might hit a lick
One more time
Did a verse
Told him pay me two zips
I know I'ma make it flip
Had lil shawty drop me off
In da trench
Hopped right back on my shit
I was down to my last penny
Told myself young nigga
Go and get it
Had a vision
Seen my team winning
Everybody gotta play they position
Gotta keep yo circle small
Gotta cut some niggas off
How you really know
Wen you a boss
Wen you make your lil nigga bosses

I was down to my last dime
I felt like robbing my own nigga
Dice game money on da ground
I picked it up
And ran off wit it
Dem old heads
Ain't neva chase me
They just said
That they gone kill me
And da same one
Made that statement
Really mad cus I fucked his sister



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Writer(s): Christopher Miller
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