| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| How do I go on from this?
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| I’m mad at life, I got a bone to pick
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| I feel like me and life broke a wish bone
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| And I got the short end of the bone and shit
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| My plan A ain’t working, and my plan B it don’t exist
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| I got a pot to piss in but my window of opportunity is closed
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| So where do I go to piss?
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| I gave this game my all nigga,
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| I say it ain’t my fault, nigga!
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| I ain’t to blame, I chase the fame,
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| I can’t explain it at all, hold up!
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| Crook paved the way for us raw spitters
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| But the game just favored you soft niggas
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| My fame chasing was pain stakin,
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| Now I chase my pain with malt liquor.
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| But I did everything thing that I could
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| We the best rappers whose name is not Crook
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| Leave the game, I won’t be ashamed
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| But fuck you if you say that I should.
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| Yeah, yeah, I was denied my perks,
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| I won’t lie, that hurts
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| Fuck this song, this is my last verse
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| Wanna get it over with that’s why I rap first!
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| I did everything that I could
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| I did everything that I should
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| If I could say it again then I would
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| But I’m telling the game that I’m good.
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| I did everything that I could
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| I did everything that I should
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| If I could say it again then I would
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| But I’m telling the game that I’m good.
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| I gotta say so long, say so long
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| I can’t go on, I ain’t that strong!
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| I gotta say so long, why it take so long?
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| I can’t go on, this my last song, oh, oh!
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| I didn’t get my fair shake
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| Even though I’m as good as a Wayne or a Drake
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| I even try to follow Jays
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| Blueprint but now I got’s to say,
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| So long, I’m finished!
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| I don’t really understand what God intended
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| I could have been a nigga on the top
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| The second coming of Pac
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| But I’m not, man, I don’t get it!
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| Yeah, this shit hurt
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| Tears in my eye as I spit this verse
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| Talking to God, could you lift this curse?
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| Now I gotta find me a different perk
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| This aint life, what to do
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| All I can tell is the fucking truth
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| Music took me, my brothers and my mother’s youth
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| Now I just want a fucking truce!
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| I’m in love with rap, but my life-long love never loved me back
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| I done lost every woman I had cause of the love for rap
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| But now I’m gone, I ain’t coming back!
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| I be like fuck niggas,
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| This game’s for fuck niggas
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| This game ain’t for real niggas with no skills,
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| No, they don’t fuck with us!
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| I did everything that I could
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| I did everything that I should
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| If I could say it again then I would
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| But I’m telling the game that I’m good.
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| I did everything that I could
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| I did everything that I should
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| If I could say it again then I would
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| But I’m telling the game that I’m good.
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| I gotta say so long, say so long
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| I can’t go on, I ain’t that strong!
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| I gotta say so long, why it take so long?
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| I can’t go on, this my last song, oh, oh!
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| Yeah, y’all made me go, go,
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| Y’all made me go!
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| Will I come back?
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| Maybe so, so, but maybe no!
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| Motherfuck the radio, motherfuck them videos,
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| Niggas be dressing like any hoe
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| Theyre wearing them skinny clothes.
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| Fuck that shit, fuck that shit,
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| A nigga like me won’t pretend to be
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| Something I’m not, something I’m not,
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| I won’t sell a soul to this industry
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| I’m a grown-ass man with a grown-ass plan
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| And I won’t get fucked on some broke back shit
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| If you don’t understand I’m an old damn man
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| … yo, Im up, yo, I quit!
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| I used to love rap, like will I stop never
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| But if it’s cold enough to be fucking crookets
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| Someone as dope as my older brother crook whos five times better!
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| Over years get to thinking why I rhyme ever
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| I may as well flip a bird till flipping words
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| Flip a burger, flip a burger,
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| Somewhere rappers talk like they hustling
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| And bubbling but struggling in two seconds from hustling the bus fair
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| Kind of reminds me of a broke X-box disc,
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| This game really don’t play
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| All that it cost is only yours,
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| And every goal of yours, you could believe you gonna pay!
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| Man, I be like, fuck niggas!
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| This game’s for fuck niggas
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| This game ain’t for real niggas
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| With no skill, nah they don’t fuck with us!
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| I did everything that I could
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| I did everything that I should
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| If I could say it again then I would
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| But I’m telling the game that I’m good.
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| I did everything that I could
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| I did everything that I should
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| If I could say it again then I would
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| But I’m telling the game that I’m good.
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| I gotta say so long, say so long
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| I can’t go on, I ain’t that strong!
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| I gotta say so long, why it take so long?
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| I can’t go on, this my last song, oh, oh! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Last Song, artist - Horseshoe Gang. Album song Crooked I Presents: Top Ramen N*gga, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп