Rambo (Last Blood) (feat. The Weeknd)

Lyrics

Yeah, Rambo
 They beggin' for mercy, like the Lambo' (Lambo')
 Know they told me kill 'em all, goddamn though
 I know they wanna see me fall, look where I am though
 On two feet, that's where I stand though
 I'm a true fuckin' killer, like Rambo
 No ammo, they see me on the Sanyo
 Nigga, I just kill 'em 'cause I can, though (na, na, na, na, na)
 I just signed a deal so big that it's a secret
 Victoria's Secret Angels dancin' 'round me for a reason
 Spread your wings for me like I'm Freddie Mercury
 But baby, you should call me King, you know that it's my season
 I'm 'bout to re-up, made another killin' in Reno
 I couldn't leave her until I paid a visit to P.O.
 Too much tequila, I had too much tequila
 They cuffed me like I was single, fuck it, I'm back to Henny
 Thank the Lord, didn't kill me in the elevator
 Wasn't my time, saved my soul downstairs for later
 Cheat death every day, never play fair
 Roll stress all day, blow it in the air
 Had to kill the pop game so they know what's up
 Now I'm poppin' back swift, had to shake it off
 Sobriety is an enemy, I'm sorry, mama
 Society now acceptin' me, pray for the young ones
 I'm from the Scar town city
 No love from the town where a nigga never ever blow up
 Now they love me 'cause I shine, shorty
 If you ain't fuckin', then it's time, shorty
 I see the truth inside your eyes, shorty
 If you don't love me, then you lied to me
 If you don't love me, then you lied to me
 Swallow all your pride for me
 Or you can swallow all the time for me
 Now you can tell me how that taste, girl
 Gene Simmons tongue but I ain't down for the kissin'
 My nigga got a scope and I ain't talkin' 'bout the rinsin'
 My niggas hittin' notes and I ain't talkin' 'bout the singin'
 I'm breaking billboards from my city
 Got me thinkin' I'm a muhfuckin' villain in my town
 Heath Ledger, 'bout to O.D
 Married to the game, I ain't never gettin' cold feet
 Killin' all these lames, lot of motherfuckers owe me
 I just stay quiet, I just let the money climb high
 Hey, yeah, like Rambo (damn)
 They beggin' for mercy, like the Lambo (Lambo)
 Know they told me kill 'em all, goddamn though
 I know they wanna see me fall, look where I am though (where I am though)
 On two feet, that's where I stand though
 I'm a true fuckin' killer, like Rambo
 No ammo, they see me on the Sanyo
 Nigga, I just kill 'em 'cause I can
 Ain't have the time, but I got time now
 Okay, I see what's on the line now
 Oh, he let up? Bitch, let me find out
 I might have to turn up, I mean turn this shit upside down
 And let's keep it cool, I see the fear inside they eyes now
 Crunch time, think I might have spared his life one time
 Felt the storm another time
 Okay, now it's fuckin' time
 45 to run time, I fortify my run time
 That's why they flee when they saw me come up on the front line
 Fuck with me, see them shots flyin', oh, what's wrong now?
 Revenant, I show up there in blood like it's on now
 Really tryna see me in my muhfuckin' zone now
 Just another day to me, but Weeknd on my songs now
 They thought they was right, they was wrong now
 Losses to biggest bosses in my phone now
 Positive, I'ma prosper, the mental strong now
 Fuck "woe is me", G.O.A.T. is me (God, Tiller)
 Nigga, I'm just sayin'
 This is not-
 This is not a, uh
 This is not a mother-
 A motherfuckin' game
 This is, this is not-
 This is not, this is-
 This is not-
 A motherfuckin' game, why you playin', boy?
 I'm just sayin', boy
 

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Duration
03:48
Key
10
Tempo
181 BPM

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