Last Breath
What's it feel like taking your last breath
Adrenaline's the only thing pumping in your
Last sec
Flatline
Just a regular day
That man stretched, but stiff as a board
All because my niggas was bored, no outline
That's dog from round the way, keep your mouth shut or die today
I'm sorry
That is not my name
Highly sophisticated, don't you doubt my claim
This razor aimed, right above your jugular
Believe me, this shit gets uglier, it's gonna get real slow, make sure you feel
Every single little pin poke, puncture wounds, only until your skin's soaked
Eyes rolled
Stop yelling, Must lose yo mind, bro
This secluded area wasn't that hard to find, tho
All the pleading you doing its a goddamn mess, y'all made
My t-shirt ruined
Goddamn blood's still spewing
Niggas stop moving, your tank on E
All of that gas you using
Proof it
316, Monday morning in Austin, I'm so Stone Cold
In this movie, shit starting to get a little spooky
Bury his body, don't worry, I'll do it
Not right here, I'll move it
Dog ain't saying too much, something must got into him
Nigga is you good
Go get the car running nigga
A quarter past four, five past, spark one with him
All this coke in my system, all this choking, you did it
Kawhi Leonard get back on your pivot
Let's just finish the job, man
Let's just finish the job
What's it feel like taking your last breath
Adrenaline's the only thing pumping in your
Last sec
Flatline
Just a regular day
That man stretched, but stiff as a board
All because my niggas was bored, no outline
That's dog from round the way, keep your mouth shut or die today
I'm sorry
That is not my name
Highly sophisticated, don't you doubt my claim
This razor aimed, right above your jugular
Believe me, this shit gets uglier, it's gonna get real slow, make sure you feel
Every single little pin poke, puncture wounds, only until your skin's soaked
Eyes rolled
Stop yelling, Must lose yo mind, bro
This secluded area wasn't that hard to find, tho
All the pleading you doing its a goddamn mess, y'all made
My t-shirt ruined
Goddamn blood's still spewing
Niggas stop moving, your tank on E
All of that gas you using
Proof it
316, Monday morning in Austin, I'm so Stone Cold
In this movie, shit starting to get a little spooky
Bury his body, don't worry, I'll do it
Not right here, I'll move it
Dog ain't saying too much, something must got into him
Nigga is you good
Go get the car running nigga
A quarter past four, five past, spark one with him
All this coke in my system, all this choking, you did it
Kawhi Leonard get back on your pivot
Let's just finish the job, man
Let's just finish the job
What's it feel like taking your last breath
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Writer(s): Brandon Foy
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