Tha Last Man Standin’ - Fat Pat

Bottom all the way to the top

And it seems like a struggle but I had to get out, no doubt

Bout my paper so I had to mash, 150 on my dash

So you know I’m rolling fast, all about my cash

Ain’t no time to play, put it in perspective

Time for ho checking, bitch made nigga wrecking

What, uh, with that talking down shit

But don’t know shit, but all up on my dick?

Miss me with that sideways shit, I’m on a mission

Pay attention, watch the news, got my shoes, pay your own dues

And pick your own fools to ride wit, get high wit

That do or die shit, that no lie shit

We multiply chips and gain fat grips, but I tell you

If yo eyes ain’t open, they’ll get ya, if I catch em I smoke em

Uh, if I catch em I smoke em, uh, if I catch em I smoke em

I kept my mind on my paper — yeah, I stayed on my grind

While the haters and the hoes — yeah, they all talked down

All the way to the top is the way it gotta be

It’s the Mister in the place, so what do you see?

I kept my mind on my paper — yeah, I stayed on my grind

While the haters and the hoes — yeah, they all talked down

All the way to the top is the way it gotta be

It’s the Mister in the place, so what do you see?

Pulling up on the corner, jumping out my Benz

Holler at that boy Tony and a couple more friends

Conversating about Benjamin’s and niggas who owed us ends

Pulled Tony to the side, asked him if he wanted to make quick wins

A couple of chickens, Tony was game

And I ain’t seen that boy to this very day

I’m rolling with my nine, on sight it’s going down

Blasting for my green, putting it all on the line

I couldn’t believe it, good guy gone bad

But when I catch that cat, he wish he never had

The streets be bumping bout situations, bout taking care of my business

Hell na cause, I ain’t bullshitting, that nigga’s gonna get it

I kept my mind on my paper — yeah, I stayed on my grind

While the haters and the hoes — yeah, they all talked down

All the way to the top is the way it gotta be

It’s the Mister in the place, so what do you see?

Players get gangsta too (that's right)

Jumpin out my gators into my stomping boots

To make a nigga feel it if it’s like that

Cause knuckling up ain’t a thang with Mr. Fat Pat

But ain’t about no bullshit, I’m about my mail

Stack my ends, floss my Benz, aid my clientele

That he say she say — a bunch of bullshit

Just mad cause a nigga fucking his bitch and trying to get rich

And what about the snitch, that boy ain’t saying nothing

Put his body in a body-bag and burnt off on my buttons

Came strutting through the lobby, I seen that boy Tony

The Lord only know that I had my pistol on me

Do or die situations, hesitation will get me killed

And I knew that Tony had his pistol up in here

Gunshots rang out and I’m the last man standing

Mr. Fat Pat standing strong busting him with his god damn cannon

I kept my mind on my paper — yeah, I stayed on my grind

While the haters and the hoes — yeah, they all talked down

All the way to the top is the way it gotta be

It’s the Mister in the place, so what do you see?