Lyrics Last Breath II - GQ

Last Breath II

Get in my mood, my mode
Yea
Check it
I been up for like the last 48 hours
If beauty sleep, before I dip leave a note by the shower
Rest in peace to all my peeps who was taken by cowards
I quit ballin', still travel I’m movin' like Howard
I keep baking', like Kevin just with more flour
I see it all, folded money with blown towers
Throw flowers for 'em, on a cliff my grip tell me to let go
Today your bitch with us, don’t forget to let the vet know
When I was rocking Sean John and Echo
Now I’m in a restaurant with a Fresco
Town nigga, in the south still reppin' the west though
Feel Phillies, me and my hillbillies I’m Jethro
I ain’t joking with em P, let the whole deck know
Black and red chips stacking I call it Connect Four
Ouchea, Bright Lady that’s my home and this is how my house feel
Can’t believe what’s goin' on shout out to the outfield
Humble when you hit rock bottom just like zombie feet
I Am Legend Avenue, a.k.a. Molly Street
Where he go, there he go -- missin' like hockey teeth
Man I got a bad bitch, this the one I prolly keep
You ain’t in my circle, you ain’t eaten' from my pizza tray
Bitch nigga, must be running all through your DNA
Million dollar vocab, talkin' like I’m Steven A
I’mma keep it real 9th, all these niggas fake to me
The industry a game right?
I might as well take a knee
Hopin' that I’m weak then they hear me and have a blank stare
Walk away hurt, metaphorically I’m a state fair
If we was kids, they be like «ooh, he don’t play fair»
Came a long way, some of y’all shoulda stayed there
Fuck the bullshit, I’m bout to make mine historical
I’m unconscious, Steph Curry in The Oracle
Hoop and rap took me places I couldn’t afford to go
Running from my life, I feel like Eddie Kane before a show
Used to didn’t give a finger, now they wanna peace up?
I ain’t droppin' weight but they ain’t think that I would speak up
With park pay on a dark day, how I’m s’posed to star gaze?
Obama talkin change?
Better off lookin' in arcades
I’m a five part harmony, Duck don’t bother me
Produced throughout the season farmers’ll market me
The calm in me bout as accurate as llamas be
Spittin' on whatever, Lou Holtz, nigga don’t start with me
I’m just being honest
When I tell em I’m like Mike and the mic is the Eastern Conference
This purple got my cock eyed and weightless
I’m hot fried like Popeye’s in Vegas
Lil Bruh, call around back home and see if niggas mad yet
They ain’t put they money on me, they was making bad bets
Last night I saw the sun, as yet
Still breathing on my own even thought I killed it on the last breath
Two bright tints on a coupe can’t hide me
Word to Chef, cookin' like this Wu-tang vibe be
Got me goin' crazier than Sudan crime be
You know I’m nice as fuck, shit a Duke fan signed me (Hey!)
I catch all kinda, catch a flight, grab a bite, landmark diner
Moonwalk or don’t walk, who wanna be Tito?
I just want my family all good before I leave though
I want Jaz to have the world I know how much Bobby meant
Kick it for the billboards, we tryna karate this
Cooler than I need to me, T got me high as shit
Women try to brush up on me just like
Brainstorms, weather like Florida make
Peace to my niggas out in Maryland at Morgan State
I’m Morgan Freeman on any script, more than great
They let me hear your shit and I gave it the boredom face
Thanks to Splinter I’m winning this tortoise race
Lappin all you thoroughbred, you better get your horses straight
Devil on my shoulder but them jokes he ain’t crackin' as much
My angel said «I knew you was the shit, now you actin' as such»
Haha, yea
What it is Khrysis
You know what we do
Jamla, Rated Oakland
That’s what it is