Til My Last Breath

It’s like the military
You see soldiers marchin’
With orders
To knock it out the park

And we all about this money (Yeah)
And it’s all about this money (Oh yeah)
Yeah you know we ‘bout to run it
And you know we ‘bout to run it

Yeah, yeah I get it ‘cross state lines (state lines)
King’s Disease going KD, going trey 5 (trey 5)
All net like I’m starting for the Nets (for the Nets)

Base to base I might suit up for the Mets (for the Mets) YG’s, OG’s, represent the ‘jects (the ‘jects)
I’m applying pressure I see why she pressed
When she with me she GloRilla FNF (FNF)
N-A-S I’m steppin’ til my last breath (my last breath yeah)

I’m bigger than algorithms if I’m being direct
Used to play McGruff freestyles on cassette
Patties and cocoa bread, skunk trees from the dread
While the D’s and the Feds watching
Before New York had Bloods
Before LA had Suge
Before the South had Percy Miller or Thug
I was home reading a book
Top speed, probably a blunt
A can of Sprite, and a chopped cheese, now it’s hamachi I ain’t commercialized how can they stop me
Got two fists up in the air top of the steps like Rocky
Tired of picking up clothes I got a personal shopper
Got a Grammy, got an Emmy, next a Tony or Oscar
Yeah

Yeah, yeah I get it ‘cross state lines
King’s Disease going KD, going trey 5 (trey 5)
All net like I’m starting for the Nets (for the Nets)
Base to base I might suit up for the Mets (for the Mets) YG’s, OG’s, represent the ‘jects (the ‘jects)
I’m applying pressure I see why she pressed
When she with me, she for real FNF (FNF)
N-A-S I’m steppin’ til my last breath (my last breath)

And we all about this shmoney
And it’s all about this money
Yeah you know we ‘bout to run it
And you know we ‘bout to run it

Ayo I just landed
Richard on my right hand
Forty on my nightstand
Hundred on my left pinky
Billion of y’all wanna be me
Told shorty come and see me
Bring a friend, cuz I’m greedy
Bought her a bag, double CC
Political correctness
Hecklers are more respected than the one giving the message on stage It’s messed up
We can’t say anything without offending
So now my mouth is in the jailhouse with cases pending First Amendment you replaced it, rigged it
Dumb it down is not an option
Some of it I understand
Take the power from me, that’s the bigger plan
Modify, try to stop it
I’m’a ride
Keep hittin’, keep pitchin’
I’m colossal, can’t stop my survival
Just landed
AP on my left wrist
Tell shorty come bless this
Had a bad one in Texas
Unbothered, well rested
Bad one at Essence
We brung it back to the essence
Got the verse done, ‘bout to text Hit

Yeah, yeah I get it ‘cross state lines (state lines)
King’s Disease going KD, going trey 5 (trey 5)
All net like I’m starting for the Nets (for the Nets) Base to base I might suit up for the Mets (for the Mets) YG’s, OG’s, represent the ‘jects (the ‘jects)
I’m applying pressure I see why she pressed (why she pressed) When she with me she GloRilla FNF
N-A-S I’m steppin’ til my last breath (my last breath)

And we all about this money
And it’s all about this money
Yeah you know we ‘bout to run it
And you know we ‘bout to run it
Run it up
Yeah yeah
Hit-Boy, Esco
Tony Fontana
Let’s go
What’s up?