Last Breath II - GQ

Get in my mood, my mode

Yea

Check it

I been up for like the last 48 hours

If beauty sleep, before I dip leave a note by the shower

Rest in peace to all my peeps who was taken by cowards

I quit ballin', still travel I’m movin' like Howard

I keep baking', like Kevin just with more flour

I see it all, folded money with blown towers

Throw flowers for 'em, on a cliff my grip tell me to let go

Today your bitch with us, don’t forget to let the vet know

When I was rocking Sean John and Echo

Now I’m in a restaurant with a Fresco

Town nigga, in the south still reppin' the west though

Feel Phillies, me and my hillbillies I’m Jethro

I ain’t joking with em P, let the whole deck know

Black and red chips stacking I call it Connect Four

Ouchea, Bright Lady that’s my home and this is how my house feel

Can’t believe what’s goin' on shout out to the outfield

Humble when you hit rock bottom just like zombie feet

I Am Legend Avenue, a.k.a. Molly Street

Where he go, there he go -- missin' like hockey teeth

Man I got a bad bitch, this the one I prolly keep

You ain’t in my circle, you ain’t eaten' from my pizza tray

Bitch nigga, must be running all through your DNA

Million dollar vocab, talkin' like I’m Steven A

I’mma keep it real 9th, all these niggas fake to me

The industry a game right?

I might as well take a knee

Hopin' that I’m weak then they hear me and have a blank stare

Walk away hurt, metaphorically I’m a state fair

If we was kids, they be like «ooh, he don’t play fair»

Came a long way, some of y’all shoulda stayed there

Fuck the bullshit, I’m bout to make mine historical

I’m unconscious, Steph Curry in The Oracle

Hoop and rap took me places I couldn’t afford to go

Running from my life, I feel like Eddie Kane before a show

Used to didn’t give a finger, now they wanna peace up?

I ain’t droppin' weight but they ain’t think that I would speak up

With park pay on a dark day, how I’m s’posed to star gaze?

Obama talkin change?

Better off lookin' in arcades

I’m a five part harmony, Duck don’t bother me

Produced throughout the season farmers’ll market me

The calm in me bout as accurate as llamas be

Spittin' on whatever, Lou Holtz, nigga don’t start with me

I’m just being honest

When I tell em I’m like Mike and the mic is the Eastern Conference

This purple got my cock eyed and weightless

I’m hot fried like Popeye’s in Vegas

Lil Bruh, call around back home and see if niggas mad yet

They ain’t put they money on me, they was making bad bets

Last night I saw the sun, as yet

Still breathing on my own even thought I killed it on the last breath

Two bright tints on a coupe can’t hide me

Word to Chef, cookin' like this Wu-tang vibe be

Got me goin' crazier than Sudan crime be

You know I’m nice as fuck, shit a Duke fan signed me (Hey!)

I catch all kinda, catch a flight, grab a bite, landmark diner

Moonwalk or don’t walk, who wanna be Tito?

I just want my family all good before I leave though

I want Jaz to have the world I know how much Bobby meant

Kick it for the billboards, we tryna karate this

Cooler than I need to me, T got me high as shit

Women try to brush up on me just like

Brainstorms, weather like Florida make

Peace to my niggas out in Maryland at Morgan State

I’m Morgan Freeman on any script, more than great

They let me hear your shit and I gave it the boredom face

Thanks to Splinter I’m winning this tortoise race

Lappin all you thoroughbred, you better get your horses straight

Devil on my shoulder but them jokes he ain’t crackin' as much

My angel said «I knew you was the shit, now you actin' as such»

Haha, yea

What it is Khrysis

You know what we do

Jamla, Rated Oakland

That’s what it is