Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Last Name , by - Smoke DZA. Release date: 01.12.2016
Song language: English
Last Name |
| Pro Cut Jerseys, destressed denims |
| Gold AP’s with gats in 'em |
| Blow big L’s, discuss winnin' |
| PR text me, let’s kill 'em (Let's kill em!) |
| Right, indeed we shall |
| For so long politics could keep me down |
| On a 9−5 heading to the bacon |
| Make sure Slick got the cameras |
| 'Case they try to Sandra Bland the situation |
| Young black nigga with bread |
| Gotta keep my feet to the ground |
| 'Cause this rap shit can get to your head |
| Gotta clean the bong, too much res |
| Niggas drugged up, too much meds |
| Last day surreal, niggas tryna' do my best |
| Time and time I gotta prove my strength |
| Food for thought let you digest |
| For the hustlers and all minds alike |
| Drop gems on 'em like a failed diamond heist |
| Hop off planes, get change like it’s the dope game |
| Before the rap shit came I had gold chains |
| Nigga we all got drugs, so what’s yo thing? |
| We ain’t the same, I’m hustlin' for my last name |
| We ain’t the same, I’m hustlin' for my last name |
| We ain’t the same, I’m hustlin' for my last name |
| Nigga you’re broke what’s your excuse? |
| The highest weed infused |
| Making every moment meaningful |
| Your hustle is minuscule |
| You’re a gunk nigga, you been a fool |
| Fake jewels, you know you can’t wear them shits in the pool |
| Fools Gold, a A-Trak special, nigga I’m way past the A-class level |
| Live under a rock you gotta lay pass, I’m way past settled |
| Take a seat, have several, put you in your place |
| Who better to? |
| Stay off my genitals |
| Get from 'round me with the clown biz' |
| Clown niggas, marry clown bitches, have clown kids |
| They all in the circus |
| I don’t care about none of your Jordans or none of your Burtons |
| Count now, how many rappers, and how many working |
| I’m up the ladder |
| I’m to the bags with a bell boy status, you heard? |
| I ain’t worried about a thing |
| You can duplicate the crown but you could never be the king |
| Hop off planes, get change like it’s the dope game |
| Before the rap shit came I had gold chains |
| Nigga we all got drugs, so what’s yo thing? |
| We ain’t the same, I’m hustlin' for my last name |
| We ain’t the same, I’m hustlin' for my last name |
| We ain’t the same, I’m hustlin' for my last name |