The Last Song - Blueprint

Huh, yeah yeah, now check the method

As I proceed to steal your rims and Pelle Pelle

The whip looks complete when it’s sittin' on 20s

Funk monkey

My fam is full of alkies and junkies

There’s 8 Million Stories in the city it’s a pity

Never hear me on a track if the drums sound shitty

Shout out to the Minor League and my dawg Plead (The 5th)

He disappeared to get his lifestyle in order

Went back to school and sacrificed for his daughter

I ain’t mad at you

Life grabbed you, fuck rap

And if you wanna talk dawg you know where I’m at

Same phone number

For the last three years

Same address, playboy, I’m right here

And if you choose to walk away and stay Unseen

Never stop writing, never forget your dreams

What up Ill?

I hope your family is strong

Down in the Natti the same shit is goin' on

Loud mouths rattle

Scribble Jam battles

Cats wanna collabo

Tryin' to catch up with you

Those cats that we served last year tried to appear

Like they hurtin' somethin'

Word to mother, heard them frontin'

And they be bitin' on deliveries

Wantin' me to give them beats

I front like I’m with it

But they ain’t gettin' shit from me

I heart you did a show with the Last Poets

I’m so proud of you dawg

I want you to know it

There’s very few here that inspire me to rip it (who?)

Plead The 5th, SP, CJ The Cynic

Loved by fans and hated by critics

They can’t take nothing from us bro, we did it

Send everybody in Columbus my love

You was my nigga when push came to shove