GQ - Last Breath II lyrics

[Produced by Khrysis] Get in my mood, my mode Yea 5-1-0 Check it [Verse] 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 b**h 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 n***a, 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 b**h, this the one I prolly keep You ain't in my circle, you ain't eaten' from my pizza tray b**h n***a, must be running all through your DNA Million dollar vocab, talkin' like I'm Steven A I'mma keep it real 9th, all these n***as 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 f** the bullsh**, 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, n***a 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 co*k eyed and weightless I'm hot fried like Popeye's in Vegas Lil Bruh, call around back home and see if n***as 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 k**ed 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 f**, sh** 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 sh** Women try to brush up on me just like [?] Brainstorms, weather like Florida make Peace to my n***as out in Maryland at Morgan State I'm Morgan Freeman on any script, more than great They let me hear your sh** 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 sh**, now you actin' as such" Haha, yea What it is Khrysis You know what we do Jamla, Rated Oakland That's what it is