Last Day

I woke up thinking like today could be my last day
I can't punch dis clock nomo shit it might be my last day
Brodie told me fuck that job boy come get this fast pay
So it's either in or ya out can't be no halfway
It's a marathon but I still feel I'm in last place
All the sauce was burnt out like butts up in the ash tray
Palms itching dick deep inna dirt down in a bad way
Want dis shit to jump off like lil kim so i still had Faith
B.I.G body ass benz or the fast wraith
Want diamonds in a glass face or steak up on my glass plate
When they killed my cousin I seen tears in my dad face
So I can't become victim from them killers when they blast eights
Now it's just a cash race
So it's all BAG, SAFE
If you want them hunnids then you gotta go and hunt it
So I'm speed racing like a hunnid miles and running
Hit the the ground and I'm stomping
Forrest Gumpin' for the funding

I been praying for that wakeup call
That I could save us all
Maybe make us ball since I done seen us fall
Seem like God kept declining when he seen us call
Thinkin i done seen it all but I ain't seen much dawg
That's what granny told me
Stop living with cold feet
Living in the frying pan cause dis the place they hold heat
But my temperatures rising
I enter the climate
I been penitentiary dodging wasn't meant to be rotten
Chose the pen over the pen I was meant to be jotting
Sure you know the boy still kicking like Mr Miyagi uh
Wax on til the wax off
I ain't on the right track until I cop the track hawk
I ain't got no diary so I just let the track talk
I been skating on dis ice like I play for the Blackhawks
You know
Shine hard til i punch my timecard
I been Bruce Willis in it



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Writer(s): Casino Trell
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