| Correct
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| I do what I want, yeah I’m poppin'
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| They say that’s how you live when you got is sold
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| They say you ain’t really rich if your money fold
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| You gotta invest, you gotta be careful where the money go
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| Gotta dress to impress, that’s for the honey’s though
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| I’d rather dress in some sweats, Air 1's with the gummy sole
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| Little gold, blue stones for the crew reppin'
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| Hit the function, played the wall got my 2 steppin'
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| Then we left in them Chevys once them fools stepped in
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| Way too cool for the scuffle or the pulled weapon
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| Won’t lose blessings over jealous niggas or schemin' boppers
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| Rather give praise to God over steamin' lobsters
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| Break bread with my real ones, that’s what the game taught us
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| The family small but the crib enormous
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| They sucker free and remain flawless
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| This the circle of the ride or dies that stayed loyal
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| All my niggas at the table with me
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| The last supper
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| I’m surprised to see who made it with me
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| The last supper
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| If I die before I wake 'n bake
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| The last supper
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| I pray to Allah my soul to take
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| The last supper
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| I got a hustler’s spirit, peep how I wear it
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| I put blood sweat and tears into every lyric
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| My heart be to God, my (?)
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| I try not to collide with evil spirits
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| Roll up and get high, my mind I clear it 'cause
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| The stress’ll drive you over the cliff if you let it but um
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| I’m cool under pressure, that pressure nothing I stunt
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| The first in these retros, these Jordans ain’t coming for months
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| My grooves the grooviest, yah I bang out the trunks
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| My crew full of bruisers don’t try and play us for chumps
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| Your crew full of losers, y’all ain’t won nothing in months
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| BCG the new movement, y’all don’t want nothing with us
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| We came from pennies and crumbs, the ghettoist slums
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| So we don’t settle for nothing
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| Put hard work in 'til the gold medals is won
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| Flaunt championship rings and the plaques is hung
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| And everything platinum
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| From the records to the visas, used to be reckless underachievers
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| These Seattle nights are sleepless overnight flights to Ibiza
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| Speeding Porsches down San Miguel I escaped the reaper for now
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| But if he returns I pray for one last supper before I’m out
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| All my niggas at the table with me
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| The last supper
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| I’m surprised to see who made it with me
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| The last supper
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| If I die before I wake 'n bake
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| The last supper
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| I pray to Allah my soul to take
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| The last supper |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Last Supper , by - Stalley. Song from the album Saving Yusuf, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп