Last Supper - Stalley

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I do what I want, yeah I’m poppin'

They say that’s how you live when you got is sold

They say you ain’t really rich if your money fold

You gotta invest, you gotta be careful where the money go

Gotta dress to impress, that’s for the honey’s though

I’d rather dress in some sweats, Air 1's with the gummy sole

Little gold, blue stones for the crew reppin'

Hit the function, played the wall got my 2 steppin'

Then we left in them Chevys once them fools stepped in

Way too cool for the scuffle or the pulled weapon

Won’t lose blessings over jealous niggas or schemin' boppers

Rather give praise to God over steamin' lobsters

Break bread with my real ones, that’s what the game taught us

The family small but the crib enormous

They sucker free and remain flawless

This the circle of the ride or dies that stayed loyal

All my niggas at the table with me

The last supper

I’m surprised to see who made it with me

The last supper

If I die before I wake 'n bake

The last supper

I pray to Allah my soul to take

The last supper

I got a hustler’s spirit, peep how I wear it

I put blood sweat and tears into every lyric

My heart be to God, my (?)

I try not to collide with evil spirits

Roll up and get high, my mind I clear it 'cause

The stress’ll drive you over the cliff if you let it but um

I’m cool under pressure, that pressure nothing I stunt

The first in these retros, these Jordans ain’t coming for months

My grooves the grooviest, yah I bang out the trunks

My crew full of bruisers don’t try and play us for chumps

Your crew full of losers, y’all ain’t won nothing in months

BCG the new movement, y’all don’t want nothing with us

We came from pennies and crumbs, the ghettoist slums

So we don’t settle for nothing

Put hard work in 'til the gold medals is won

Flaunt championship rings and the plaques is hung

And everything platinum

From the records to the visas, used to be reckless underachievers

These Seattle nights are sleepless overnight flights to Ibiza

Speeding Porsches down San Miguel I escaped the reaper for now

But if he returns I pray for one last supper before I’m out

All my niggas at the table with me

The last supper

I’m surprised to see who made it with me

The last supper

If I die before I wake 'n bake

The last supper

I pray to Allah my soul to take

The last supper