Last Dance

Oooh
Oooh
Oooh

I was selling that butter, ain’t trustin’ nobody
I gotta stay close to a cutta
I ain’t feelin you niggas, don’t call me your brudda
When you in the dark they gon’ show you their colors
Fuck about music, this life in the trenches
They out to get me, I came to my senses
Knew all the smokers, I got me a digi
Ran up a hundred thousand on a cricket
I thought Ty had crossed me for a minute
Found out who it was, that shit was wicked
Loadin up them choppers we got plenty
How is you the hottest in the city?
Tell me, who you help get out the mud?
I’m from where you broke and sellin’ drugs
Tellin niggas “run off on the plug”
Then they touchin’ everything you love
Goin’ at it, it was me and Ry
Fah fah fah, ain’t no let it die
Oooh, ain’t no let it slide
Take life before I ever give ‘em mine
Stay solid I was silent
They was spendin’ I was pilin’ 
They was winnin’ I was smilin’
This shit perfect timin’
Got some pain inside my heart so deep I never let it show
I got problems with some niggas I might never let it go
Be the ones you trust the most that cross you up, you never know
When I was hungry I can’t count on all the ones I fed the most
I got pain, oooh
I won’t let it show, oooh
God please help me I got pain
I got so much pain, they threw dirt all on my name
Gotta charge it to the game

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