Stalley - Last Day on the Mountain lyrics

[Verse 1: Stalley] They ask me why I hardly kick the bragging raps I-I- I tell them that's cause I zone with ghetto inhabitants My life's real, I just paint the ghetto extravagant I don't exaggerate my life not even a tad bit An extremist ba*tard with a joint lit Soldiers on my side I anointed Point fifths at losers we don't roll with Everyone's an enemy if you don't roll with, BCG geniuses A team of kings and queens that believe in this Overcoming struggles that we squeamish with Fi- fill bulimic stomachs make money Just to feed the kids, I know that feeling, six months ago You could still see my ribs Life ain't what you think it is so think before you wish for this My life is like a fisherman's, I sit by water fighting winter winds Now I'm, now I'm in a tinted Benz color cinnamon Feeling like an enemy of the working man Tryna keep a hold of my soul and what I came for And not just work for bands, calluses on working hands The sweeping third hands, Swish watches with the gold band Silver canister reserve, I still deserve this whole land Forty acres and a mule on top of a mountain [Hook: Rashad] Come from the bottom but now we on top Picture me rolling, the box top drop Ay, the day is golden Picture me rolling Came from the bottom but now we on top Top of the world [Verse 2: Stalley] They ask me why I hardly kick the gangsta raps I told them if you gangsta, you don't have to say you that I'm a loyal n***a, I don't have to play with straps And I take my craft serious, I don't play with raps I'm a- I'm a dog, I'm a beast, I don't p**ycat or lollygag Most these n***as can't beat a polygraph A gat polly swag, a bunch of molly f*gs, a geeked out On some other trash, lying about they fake past Or how they let foreigns crash but never seen a foreign tag Red wine, pour my gla**, French [mains on kind?] vineyards Vignettes and prime dinners, pretend this ? dinner Now it's more gangsta than that, young n***a out the trap Down on the other side of the map, all from the words I spat A wordsmith who's worthy of that who gave a normal life for stars and stripes His own soundtrack so you can see you can do it too I worked inside of cubicles, sold shoes Then I got on Protools and painted my views Through the seats of this old school Now it's forty acres and a mule with a mountain view Now it's forty acres and a mule with a mountain view [Hook]