Last Dance

Young Moe

Oooh Oooh Oooh I was selling that butter, ain’t trustin’ nobody I gotta stay close to a cutta I ain’t feelin you niggas, don’t call me your brudda When you in the dark they gon’ show you their colors Fuck about music, this life in the trenches They out to get me, I came to my senses Knew all the smokers, I got me a digi Ran up a hundred thousand on a cricket I thought Ty had crossed me for a minute Found out who it was, that shit was wicked Loadin up them choppers we got plenty How is you the hottest in the city? Tell me, who you help get out the mud? I’m from where you broke and sellin’ drugs Tellin niggas “run off on the plug” Then they touchin’ everything you love Goin’ at it, it was me and Ry Fah fah fah, ain’t no let it die Oooh, ain’t no let it slide Take life before I ever give ‘em mine Stay solid I was silent They was spendin’ I was pilin’ They was winnin’ I was smilin’ This shit perfect timin’ Got some pain inside my heart so deep I never let it show I got problems with some niggas I might never let it go Be the ones you trust the most that cross you up, you never know When I was hungry I can’t count on all the ones I fed the most I got pain, oooh I won’t let it show, oooh God please help me I got pain I got so much pain, they threw dirt all on my name Gotta charge it to the game

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