Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Last Supper, artist - Dom Kennedy. Date of issue: 29.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Last Supper |
| You know I gotta drop something |
| We in here |
| I’ve been making plays for a minute, ladies know it’s me |
| Since my jeans had a crease, I ain’t never had a lease |
| Legend in these streets for the way that I can ride a beat |
| Then get inside a freak, grindin cuz I’m tryna eat |
| Painting of the last feast, bags full of centuries |
| Niggas can’t bring up LA and don’t mention me |
| We was having baggies, sixth grade in the ziploc |
| Listening to hip hop, my room like a gift shop |
| These girls wanna lip lock, she tryna get a wrist watch |
| Only fly nonstop, Dodgers or the White Sox |
| Yankees better thank me while I’m here, give me flowers |
| Beats I devour, come fuck me in the shower |
| I’m the muthafucka with the money and the power |
| Get paid by the hour, ya mans looking sour |
| Uh, my main thang was to be major paid |
| The game sharper than a muthafuckin' razor blade |
| They say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies |
| One nigga get jealous and muthafuckas die |
| Depend on me like the first and fifteenth |
| They might hold me for a second but these punks won’t get me |
| We got mo' niggas with Impalas and big cash |
| Screaming OPM every time we pass |
| Screaming OPM every time we pass |
| These niggas down bad, all my dawgs count cash |
| City view from the crib out the stainless glass |
| These niggas taking shortcuts and still try to brag |
| This bitch threw me the pussy, but I had to pass |
| Focused on the bigger picture, and the bigger bag |
| When you happy wit' yo life that make these haters mad |
| Remember days we was tripping and we double back |
| RIP, wish I could get him back |
| When they mention Mid City, they better scream G4 |
| Do your research nigga yea we been on Pico |
| Bitch I’m really cut from it, nah this ain’t a ego |
| Stomp a nigga in Diors, that’s my nigga Cinco |
| Stone Island on my waist, smoking Zaza for the taste |
| Motivated in my mental with a heart full of faith |
| I’m tryna tell my youngins that life is not a race |
| And you can make it through when you figure out your pace |
| When you figure out your pace |