Letra de Til My Last Breath (Bonus Track)
It's like the military You see soldiers marchin' With orders to knock it out the parkAnd we all about the shmoney (yeah) And it's all about this money (oh, yeah) Yeah, y'all know we 'bout to run it And you know we 'bout to run itYeah, I g-, yeah, I get it 'cross state lines (state lines) King's Disease, going KD, going Trey 5 (Trey 5) All net like I'm starting for the Nets (for the Nets) Base to base, I might suit up for the Mets (for the Mets)YG's, OG's, represent the 'jects (the 'jects) I'm applying pressure, I see why she pressed (why she pressed) When she with me she GloRilla, FNF (FNF) N-A-S, I'm steppin' 'til my last breath (my last breath)I'm bigger than algorithms if I'm being direct Used to play McGruff, freestyles on cassette Patties and cocoa bread, skunk trees from the dread While the D's and the Feds watchingBefore New York had Bloods, before L.A. had Suge Before the South had Percy Miller or Thug I was home reading a book, top speed, probably a blunt A can of Sprite, and a chopped cheese, now it's hamachiI ain't commercialized, how can they stop me? Got two fists up in the air, top of the steps like Rocky Tired of picking up clothes, I got a personal shopper Got a Grammy, got an Emmy, next a Tony or Oscar, yeahYeah, I g-, yeah, I get it 'cross state lines (state lines) King's Disease, going KD, going Trey 5 (Trey 5) All net like I'm starting for the Nets (for the Nets) Base to base, I might suit up for the Mets (for the Mets)YG's, OG's, represent the 'jects (the 'jects) I'm applying pressure, I see why she pressed (why she pressed) When she with me she for real, FNF (FNF) N-A-S, I'm steppin' 'til my last breath (my last breath)And we all about the shmoney (shmoney) And it's all about this money (yeah) Yeah, y'all know we 'bout to run it And you know we 'bout to run itAyo, I just landed, Richard on my right hand 40 on my nightstand, hundred on my left pinky Billion of y'all wanna be me, told shorty, "Come and see me Bring a friend, 'cause I'm greedy," bought her a bag, double CCPolitical correctness, hecklers are more respected than the one giving the message on stage, it's messed up We can't say anything without offending So now my mouth is in the jailhouse with cases pending First Amendment, you replaced it, rigged itDumbed it down is not an option Some of it I understand, take the power from me, that's the bigger plan Modify, try to stop it I'ma ride, keep hittin' (yeah), keep pitchin' I'm colossal, can't stop my survivalJust landed, AP on my left wrist Tell shorty come bless this, had a bad one in Texas Unbothered, well rested, bad one at Essence We bring it back to the essence Got the verse done, 'bout to text Hit (text Hit)Yeah, I g-, yeah, I get it 'cross state lines (state lines) King's Disease, going KD, going Trey 5 (Trey 5) All net like I'm starting for the Nets (for the Nets) Base to base, I might suit up for the Mets (for the Mets)YG's, OG's, represent the 'jects (the 'jects) I'm applying pressure, I see why she pressed (why she pressed) When she with me she GloRilla, FNF (FNF) N-A-S, I'm steppin' 'til my last breath (my last breath)And we all about the shmoney And you know we 'bout to run it (yeah) And you know we 'bout to run it Run it upYeah, yeah Hit-Boy, Esco Tony Fontana Let's go What's up?