Last Not Least, Pt. 2

Fano

Last But Not Least, We Done Made It Out Dem Trenches Gang Was In The Field, Opps Was Sittin On The Benches Lotta Niggas Turned Out Fake, Had To Look Thru The Lenses Lotta Niggas Turned Out Snakes, Describin' My Face For Sum Sketches I lost a lot of people who said that they got my back After my family left me I was steady focused on a stack Had to pay my Granny's bills so I had to flip me up a pack Niggas that I trusted the most set me up to get me whacked Walking all thru the hood I was wearin' the soles on my shoes A lot of niggas said they saw me sell my soul for sum blues Swear to god that shit ain't true, I just do what I can do To put food on the table for the fam while steady on the move Last But Not Least, We Done Made It Out Dem Trenches Gang Was In The Field, Opps Was Sittin On The Benches Lotta Niggas Turned Out Fake, Had To Look Thru The Lenses Lotta Niggas Turned Out Snakes, Describin' My Face For Sum Sketches Last But Not Least, We Done Made It Out Dem Trenches Gang Was In The Field, Opps Was Sittin On The Benches Lotta Niggas Turned Out Fake, Had To Look Thru The Lenses Lotta Niggas Turned Out Snakes, Describin' My Face For Sum Sketches I was busy in the trap ain't have no time to go to sleep When I got it then I give it make sure all my brothers eat When you own your own you watch yourself cuz shit it be so steep I wasn't made from nobody I was raised up from these streets Smokin woods while I'm speedin' I be gettin' in my zone I don't need nobody I been at this shit all alone I was at the coney makin' sum plays offa trap phone I moved place to place ain't have no place to claim as my home I was makin' plays up on Michigan and Livey I be switchin' lanes speedin' all up thru my city I poured up a double cup and it be fuckin up my kidney Did a quick store run and came out witta couple giffies I'm used to people leavin' I ain't begging them to stay You in your feelings, I'm in my bag and my bitch nah we ain't the same Worked shii out wit my dukes she even said I'm fuckin up the game Your bitch like the coupe or your head cuz she blowin' out the brains While I was runnin' niggas was runnin' they mouth to the Feds I was givin' out prescriptions would've thought it was my meds Draco get me cheese but that swear to god that Draco can really shred If a nigga want sum smoke rasta put that Draco in his dreads Last But Not Least, We Done Made It Out Dem Trenches Gang Was In The Field, Opps Was Sittin On The Benches Lotta Niggas Turned Out Fake, Had To Look Thru The Lenses Lotta Niggas Turned Out Snakes, Describin' My Face For Sum Sketches Last But Not Least, We Done Made It Out Dem Trenches Gang Was In The Field, Opps Was Sittin On The Benches Lotta Niggas Turned Out Fake, Had To Look Thru The Lenses Lotta Niggas Turned Out Snakes, Describin' My Face For Sum Sketches

Written by: Stefan PerezLyrics © O/B/O DistroKidLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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