The Last Supper
Told my lor nephew hold his head up
Let his chain hang
My mind stuck on the profits
I ain't out here tryna maintain
We all seen some shit
It's really hard to play the pain game
Friends a turn to Judas
Jesus
Watch you while you hang mane
I called a meeting with stress
He dropped the pin
I showed up wearing a vest
Answered a call from anxiety I know she proud of me
I ain't been reading her texts
My soul a compass inside of me
Keep on rerouting me
Taking me through different tests
Can't never trip I might fall
I just wanna ball
You can find me with the best
Take care my dogs
Remember big cuzzo was gone
They took him off to the vet
Kept my composure
Through situations wasn't supposed to
I know that I fit what I rep
The shit that's in my chest I'm holding
I might hawk it and spit it
I feel they jealousy start growing
It get dark and acidic
They poverty stricken
It ain't no choice you gotta be with it
A prophet he gifted
But he ain't seen the signs in a minute
A prodigy written
Mobb deep
Rhyming the swiftest
I gotta get vicious
I been holding back bars that's the richest
Lor boy
You gon grow up fast this ain't no Peter Pan
Force close
They might just control alt and delete a man
The jakes treat us like we the pigs
The way they quick to just smoke em
I'm not even joking
They might just start a war they keep poking
Don't shoot the messenger
That's history repeating and rolling
You know we controlling
All these dollar signs that I'm growing
Money trees got evil roots
But that's just all I been knowing
Gotta get what's mine before they catch me caught in the moment