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Last Days
Smoke DZA
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My congregation rituals past tree
Get money, live life classy
Island terms, don't take your eyes and pass me
Real niggas don't rap beef
Real nigga might catch you at the light while you half sleep
Commence to ass beef
Say word, nigga factory
Free all my niggas lastly
Throw on some stamps, toss the patakis
Lime green rods, tag team broads that cats fiend for
Plus the hood boogers and the Maxine Shaws
Overseas work came to see me on tour
Champagne popping, always see me on pour
Young rich niggas that been over being poor
Creating money streams when we bored
Boss shit, we mature
Flossing the decor, got her up out her drawers
Credit good, what the tab say?
Live life to the fullest, not halfway
Got a clip up in my ashtray
I'mma keep blowing 'til my last day
Credit good, what the tab say?
Live life to the fullest, not halfway
Got a clip up in my ashtray
I'mma keep blowing 'til my last day
Smoking the finest, dipped in Gabbana's
Fuck what you thought, this New York's finest
The Big Sleez and Kushed God
That shit ain't a foreign if it don't push off
That bitch ain't exotic because she work balls
Just a panhandle with ass shots
That my little homie scraped on the back blocks
Couple singles in the air got his top mopped
How dare niggas compare
The nigga with the bag to the nigga they really fear
The nigga with the swag to the niggas that's looking queer
Four figures in my denim, my nigga, these Mike Amirs
Freeze, fuck boy, it's Big B's
Every time they see me, I'm jumping out of them big Z's
Niggas try to be me, I told 'em to keep it sleazy
To my lobster with fettuccine
Credit good, what the tab say?
Live life to the fullest, not halfway
Got a clip up in my ashtray
I'mma keep blowing 'til my last day
Credit good, what the tab say?
Live life to the fullest, not halfway
Got a clip up in my ashtray
I'mma keep blowing 'til my last day
The yard at the crib got it's share of bear traps
Gotta use scare tacks, keeping the deers back
Show you where I live, won't see no one near black
Getting pulled over over there like fear fact
24 Hours it don't stop
Ever been so hot, still wouldn't close shop
Send your soldier in, you don't care if it don't pop
Hand 'em a whole knot, they ran into no cop
Road to the riches but you running the road blocks
Break down soap blocks, purple and gold tops
Baggies in the cabinet next to the stove top
Fiends get to grabbing it, dealing with no flops
They bodies pop back up like when the stock back up
Quickly got back up, Bentley the top back up
My man hit the door by morn, he got packed up
Kept a lot stacked up, knew they would pop back up
Handed all his jewels to the jeweler like lock that up
Couldn't find nothing, a hundred and swapped back up
Money out of violence and drugs only
Vado be that motherfucking thug homie
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