Last Ones Lyrics

All my rap friends went crazy I'm the last one left
These haters prayin' they can celebrate the last one's death
None of them niggas in my class that couldn't pass one test
But that's what happens when you rappin' on a [?] depth
I never chat shit
The flow bat-shit, it's major league

Major Keys like Khaled (it's accurate)

Recognize a dime when you pass it

With this weapon I's rhymin', I'm an assassin

Put nine minutes to the casket, you bastards

Stare in the abyss and the Leviathan (oh yea)

You say a prayer for the dying men

Looking for that pleasure but you findin' sin

Can't be scared to take a loss if you tryin' to win

Recognize greatness, tenacious

Gracious, mark of design, the new Matrix

I can make Dr. Strange brain look basic

MCs on the dinner menu and I ain't ate shit

Who's the entree? I'm a giant like Andre

You just an appetizer, weak rapper in harm's way

These elite rhymes, prayers and peace signs

Staring at the air, fled the joint, hope the beast died

Icy ass road, no brakes let the Jeep slide

Playing hide and seek with my sleep [?]

Popular, hook philosopher since knee high

Ironic, I really ran with the wolves at G high

You ain't hearing me, higher power preparing me

To have a higher power in rap for transparency

I'm clear to you, I'm here with you

High and in the cloud, I should put it in the air for you

All my rap friends went crazy I'm the last one left

All my street homies crazy I'm the last one right

(Last ones, left right)

(Last ones, left right)

All my rap friends went crazy I'm the last one left

All my street homies crazy I'm the last one right

(Last ones, left right)

(Last ones, left right)

(Last ones)

Paint it like I'm JJ, for real I'm not for play play

If I work then I get paid, they whip them slaves like the nae nae

I'm smashin' 'em if you askin' 'em what's happenin' and they say

I'm original, you a re-run, Dwayne hey hey hey

Do the rise got my squad information like what bae say

I seen my brother you got to be more specific when you say bae

A spark like a melee, feelings I don't placate

Give a fuck what Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney say say say

Fuck the KKK, respect the family, me and you got a play date

I'll send you to hell and Satan will be your playmate

O-K-K, like Lil Scrappy but pay attention to what they say

Sound like some old "catch me on payday" type niggas who like to get missin'

Nah, pay what you want, but you ain't the homie, now you don't know me

Hip-hop on my shoulders like the demons or the sheriff

Or the stick you use for measurin', way too sick for medicine

All my rap friends went crazy I'm the last one left

All my street homies crazy I'm the last one right

(Last ones, left right)

(Last ones, left right)

All my rap friends went crazy I'm the last one left

All my street homies crazy I'm the last one right

(Last ones, left right)

(Last ones, left right)

All my street homies crazy I'm the last one right

Hatin' cocksuckers hope I see the flash one night

'Bout peace but I'ma grab my mask tonight

Man standin', I'ma be the last one right

I rhyme wicked, I sit still, my mind vivid

Analyze the times and all of the signs with it

Pump fake the snakes and the rats and the swine with 'em

Smoke watch stars and go on the line with 'em, ghost

Oh, that my words were written

Oh, that they were inscribed in a book

Oh, that with a pen and lead they were engraved in the rock forever

Whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just

Whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable

If there is any excellence, if there is anything worth of praise

Think about these things