Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Last Days , by - Jahlil Beats. Song from the album Liven Legendz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Last Days |
| Take no acts for being strangers |
| Watch out, watch out, watch out |
| for the worthless few! |
| Don’t socialize with fancy guys |
| They’ll leave you from the start |
| Or soon you … too late |
| Yeah had you for a second! |
| Take me out! |
| Sometimes I’ll be rolling thinking my last days |
| Sometimes I’ll be getting money the bad way |
| Fifty told me sky mask gonna be the fast way |
| If I get caught on doing big, what would my dad say? |
| Will he be pissed and put some money in my??? |
| Are those some flowers if I end up in the cemetery? |
| Questions I ask strict |
| I had my son and… |
| He grow up to be bad as shit |
| My baby mother gonna be out messing with other niggas |
| I have a gift for the one I wasn’t fucking with her |
| My time allowed with these birds, |
| so I don’t fuck with Twitter |
| These are the days I think about, |
| here goes my vivid picture! |
| My niggas was hesitating, waiting to see the plan |
| Was living in Pennsylvania, once I roll… to Peter Pann |
| Too busy up in them streets, I barely seen my fans |
| Grandmother worried like oh, here we go this shit again! |
| Nana still love me though,. |
| still hug me close |
| Momma care about me, no she don’t! |
| She left me in the cold |
| Daddy still riding with me, |
| know I still see the love |
| …and my feet is up! |
| Huh, figured why it cold it stress |
| Though I’m too blessed to be stressed |
| getting this off my chest |
| I wonder if I’m working hard |
| and getting money for my last pay |
| Praying to God, cause tomorrow can be my last day! |
| When a thousand days grow quicker, still staging my figures |
| Be the same low nigga, |
| I ain’t worried about nothing |
| Nigga, I’mma do me! |
| This is how I’m gonna eat |
| That’s the way it’s gonna be! |
| So I’ll be my fast pace |
| Fuck with my past state |
| Listen guards flick the ass straight is the past days |
| Until my last days |
| My last days, till my last days! |
| Uh, see in my hood they know what’s up |
| And already know what I’ve been about |
| I ain’t flipping around, I’ll be chilling now |
| It feels war time then them killers out |
| Don’t seem to know, I’ve been through it all |
| Still going through the same shit |
| Rearrange shit, when that pay hits |
| .one niggas I am with |
| You’ll be that frail shit |
| I rather keep it real |
| You claim you’ve been making moves, |
| but how if you’re standing still? |
| Don’t give a fuck about you cowards or you lame hoes |
| On a stage low, I become pro, getting pesos, yeah and hoes |
| Time to see the truth, if it’s in you, then you gonna do |
| What a hell you gonna do? |
| You ain’t stopping, go make your moves! |
| It’s dedicated to you, realness coming from me |
| Actually is for the both of us, to the top we gonna be |
| And that’s real! |
| When a thousand days grow quicker, still staging my figures |
| Be the same low nigga, |
| I ain’t worried about nothing |
| Nigga, I’mma do me! |
| This is how I’m gonna eat |
| That’s the way it’s gonna be! |
| So I’ll be my fast pace |
| Fuck with my past state |
| Listen guards flick the ass straight is the past days |
| Until my last days |
| My last days, till my last days! |