Jahlil Beats - Last Days lyrics

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Jahlil Beats - Last Days lyrics

[Verse 1] Sometime I be rolling thinking my last days Sometimes I be getting money the bad way 50 told me ski masks gon' be the fast way If I get caught and do a bid what would my dad say? Would he be pissed and put some money in my [?] Or throw some flowers if I end up in that cemetery Questions I ask strict I have a son and leave this Earth then he a bad [?] and grow u to be bad as sh** My baby mother gon' be out messing with other n***as And have a kid from one that really wasn't f**ing with her My time [?] with these birds so I don't f** with Twitter These are the things I think about here goes my vivid picture While n***as was hesitating waiting to see the plan I was living in Pennsylvania went to Rhode Island on Peter Pan Too busy up in them streets, I barely seen my fam My grandmother worried like "oh here we go this sh** again" Nana still love me though, [?] still hugged me close Mama care about me, no she don't she left me in the cold Daddy still ride with me, know I still see the love When the streets was rough I had the heater tucked Now I'mm first cla** and my feet is up Figure why they call it stress Though I'm too blessed to be stressed, getting this off of my chest I wonder if I'm working hard and getting money for my last pay Praying to God, cause tomorrow could be my last day [Hook] When it falls and the days grow quicker Still stacking my figures, be the same lil n***a I ain't worried about nothing n***a I'ma do me This is how I'm gon' eat, that's the way it's gon' be so I be My fast pace f** with my past state Lit cigars flick the ash strays to pa** day Until my last days, my last days, until my last days [Verse 2] See in my hood they know what's up and already know hat I've been about I ain't slipping out, I be chilling out If it's war time then them k**ers out Done seen it all been through it all Still going through the same sh** Rearrange sh** when that pay it Tightest circle with n***as I hang with You be that frail sh**, I'd rather keep it real You claim you making moves, but how if you're standing still? Don't give a f** about you or you lame hoes When the stakes low, I became pro Getting pesos, y'all [?] hoes Time to see the truth if it's in you then you gon' do What the hell you got to do, you ain't stopping go on make your move This dedicated to you, realness coming from me Actually it's for the both of us, to the top we gon' be And that's real [Hook]

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