Testo Last Supper - Stalley
Testo della canzone Last Supper (Stalley), tratta dall'album Saving Yusuf
Correct, I do what I want, yeah I'm poppin'
They say that's how you live when you got it so
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 them honeys though
I rather dress in some sweats, Air Ones with the gummy sole
Little gold, blue stones for the crew reppin'
Hit the function, paint the wall, got my two steppin'
Then we left in the Chevy's once them fools stepped in
Way too cool for the shuffle 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
Stay sucka free and remain flawless
This the circle of the ride or dies and stay 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 up, ayy (The Last Supper)
I pray to Allah my soul to take (The Last Supper)
I got a hustler spirit, peep how I wear it
I put blood, sweat and tears in every lyric
My heart be to God, my mind I steer
I try not to collide with evil spirits
I roll up and get high, my mind I clear it
'Cause, uh, stress'll drive you over the cliff if you let it
But, um, I'm cool under pressure, that pressure nothin', I stunt
The first in these retros, these Jordans ain't comin' for months
My grooves be the grooviest, yeah 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 nothin' in months
BCG the new movement, y'all don't want nothin' with us
We came from pennies and crumbs, the ghetto was slums
So we don't settle for nothin' but hard
Workin' '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
Speedin' Porsches down San Miguel, I escape 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 up, ayy (The Last Supper)
I pray to Allah my soul to take (The Last Supper)
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Writer(s): Kyle Myricks
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