Last Breath

I aint finna wait imma start my verse for the beat drop Im knocking on the door mad aggressive sound like police knocks 2 years prior was helping employees restock Got around some potheads seen they needed a detox When it was cold out was walking to keep my feet hot Wintertime shootouts hear bullets coming from each block Girls hit my line they asking me if i eat box I tell em hit they dougie fresh for me learn how beat box I aint temporary im here for the longevity Some of yall got the right mindstate but the wrong destiny I aint make it yet i aint even a hood celebrity But guarantee this grind from a struggle gon build my legacy We at a round table we waiting to see who next to be Draft night 1-60 no one selected me Better lock ya doors we all coming in desperate need To make it hard for you like everyone who took ecstasy I aint gotta talk about the pain and the struggle I been there n done that dont gotta make it a double See i realized that my talent in this game is my hustle Its nothing worse than when you got it n they taking it from you Faking a chuckle i put my mask on then gut em Make my life different rather have more than nothing Got hittas who keep a stick hacksaw jim duggan No graduation day we knock ya cap off when rushing Im stretchin targets my music about to stress the market Im fly and i dont gotta try imma be fresh regardless No troublemaker but try me i make my effort heartless Dont start the issue but finishing off whatevers started They try to lock up my brother when they was pressing charges His kids is feeling like they was bouta be left departed I write about this cuz im the one who would stress the hardest I give you pieces of my life show i aint just a artist It feel good when you coming up i was down n out Overslept on degraded n even counted out Till i hit my roundabout im tryna make around about 86 million a second so time could balance out Writing hits is the only way i could face the rage You see it come out whenever i get to take the stage My Homies stressing they hungry tryna erase the phrase These is coming from stomachs that havent ate in days They down to ride need that money they come n take ya raise Letting rounds go till ya body just cant embrace the pain Down for whatever we doing it just to make a name Then tell em dont hate the player you gotta hate the game Haters zoning me out so i had to make a lane By penetratin music inside ya ears till it make ya brain Bouta change the environment imma take the blame I cant relate to these new rappers it aint the same