Tha Last Man Standin’

Lyrics

Bottom all the way to the top
 And it seems like a struggle but I had to get out, no doubt
 Bout my paper so I had to mash, 150 on my dash
 So you know I'm rollin fast, all about my cash
 Ain't no time to play, put it in perspective
 Time for ho-checkin, bitchmade nigga wreckin
 What, uh, with that talkin down shit
 But don't know shit, but all up on my dick?
 Miss me with that sideways shit, I'm on a mission
 Pay attention, watch the news, got my shoes, pay ya own dues
 And pick ya own fools to ride wit, get high wit
 That do or die shit, that no lie shit
 We multiply chips and gain fat grips, but I tell you
 If yo eyes ain't open, they'll get ya, if I catch em I smoke em
 Uh, if I catch em I smoke em, uh, if I catch em I smoke em
 I kept my mind on my paper - yeah, I stayed on my grind
 While the haters and the hoes - yeah, they all talked down
 All the way to the top is the way it gotta be
 It's the Mister in the place, so what do you see? (2x)
 Pullin up on the corner, jumpin out my Benz
 Holla at that boy Tony and a couple more friends
 Conversatin about Benjamins and niggas who owed us ends
 Pulled Tony to the side, asked him if he wanted to make quick wins
 A couple of chickens, Tony was game
 And I ain't seen that boy to this very day
 I'm rollin with my nine, on sight it's going down
 Blastin for my green, puttin it all on the line
 I couldn't believe it, good guy gone bad
 But when I catch that cat, he wish he never had
 The streets be bumpin bout sitations, bout takin care of my business
 Hell naw cuz, I ain't bullshittin, that nigga's gonna get it
 Playas get gangsta too (that's right)
 Jumpin out my gators into my stomping boots
 To make a nigga feel it if it's like that
 Cuz knucklin up ain't a nothing for Mr. Fat Pat
 But ain't about no bullshit, all about my mail
 Stack my ends, floss my Benz, aid my clientele
 That he say she say - a bunch of bullshit
 Just mad cuz a nigga fuckin his bitch and tryna get rich
 And what about the snitch, that boy ain't say nothin
 Put his body in a bodybag and burnt off on my buttons
 Came struttin through the lobby, I seen that boy Tony
 The Lord only know that I had my pistol on me
 Do or die situations, hesitation will get me killed
 And I knew that Tony had his pistol up in here
 Gunshots rang out and I'm tha last man standin
 Mr. Fat Pat standin strong bustin him with his goddamn cannon

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Duration
04:05
Key
10
Tempo
87 BPM

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