Last of the Realist

Momma warn me devils on you
eep playing with that fire boy that shit a burn you

Been crossed by my family stabbed by my homies
Been crossed by my family stabbed by my homies
Ah ah ah it get lonely in that cell nigga
Ah ah ah turn them pounds into bell nigga
You can't win unless you frail nigga
I then sent that fen off in the mail nigga
If they ain't with you at the end they wasn't with you from the start
If you really had love why you got a question heart
Lately I been fasting saying my prayers thank the lord
Every time I go through shit I swear to god I just go hard
Can't be fucking around with bitch she gone bounce if a nigga get pinched
Can't be hanging around niggas get lynched I was trapping in the rain getting drenched

Can't fish bowl everything tinted niggas losing life over women
Hit all nighters in them building santa never came for christmas
Sixteen certified to prison got out can't even owe a pistol
Hit me with these stipulations like I ain't twelve twelve my sentence
Came home this shit was different had to put away my feelings
Realize they wasn't with naw
Survival of the trenches da last of the realist
I don't do too much forgiving bitch this pain come with vengeance
Long live my brothers I just wish them niggas was with me
Long live my uncle ronnie grape I ain't forget you
Shit on my mind I meditate just know I'm gone see better days
Remember working for minimum wages
Copping packs with that minimum pay
Never seen a millionaire say he got rich off of hope
My dog got indicted trying to make a million selling dope



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Writer(s): Emanuel Hamilton
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