Just This Last Time - Mickey Factz, Sam Lao

I had a dream yo I seen Hov but you know how sleep scenes go

I was at my moms house bunkbed I had when I was 13

Knocked out, heard the doorbell ring that’s when I walked out answered it and

saw Jay-Z with this Porsche out

What he wanna talk about he said Mickey I’ve been following for years but the

way you do your shit is like you’re trying disappear

I pulled him out of a chair told him about Mause and how art was getting weird

and how it gets revered in hip-hop

Oh shit, he asked me when I started rapping about it, 0−6, he said same here

During that kingdom come shit in the dream started fading I was so sick

He said he wanna manage me and don’t trip I’ma make you so rich don’t quit your

passion go tough

I swear to Lauren, I was so mad I woke up that last time

Just this last time (x4)

I know this guy he got a girlfriend, and if he happy why he got another girl

then

And if she finds out about him then his world ends

I know them both so I’m caught up in a world wind

This chick is the baddest, ass is the fattest, got a great job smarter than

your average

He tell her that she perfect, but he can’t stop flirting

He’s determined, what’s the purpose if he do it on purpose

I give him good advice but I don’t really think it’s working

He said he going to stop but he can’t stop thirsting

That’s a bad sign, reality is blurred every single damn line his fantasy is

deterred

What he needs, that’s why I tell him to act wise, baptize that vibe that need

to be chastised

I pray that he don’t let this woman pass by, I don’t think he will

But he keeps telling me, Mickey just this last time

Been rapping for a minute, wishing that I didn’t

Trying to make a living but this killing me to get it

Yeah my minds brilliant, it’s filled with a million different visions

That I deal with the visions a little different

Picture a drug dealer, he went from nicks to bricks

So he hired thug killers like real blood spillers

Like stash in the safe place wanna leave the game but he can’t

Because the paper chase is all up in his brain

He wanna make enough to pay people for their worth

But because he hates the cuffs he dreams of building a church

Way scale came to life, he don’t deal with Paypal

He pay pals to make it right, good and bad pay the price

We so similar peep how we

If I can just do this last hit I can make it rich then I’ll quit

I’ll just count my cash fine, I swear that on everything I love, I’m done

But just this last time