Last Supper

[Intro : Flashbacks (People speaking in french)] [Verse 1] Picture me of my bed, steady thinking 'bout the future I was 16, talking 'bout being a rapper Beefin' everyday, with my mom and step-father Music was the only thing that really cleared my aura Yes I went to school, even got my diploma Didn't mean shit, cause I was feeling like a loner Never slanged shit, always dealt with legit paper All those night shifts, really made a nigga tougher I owe it all to my gramps (said) I owe it all to my gramps He gave his 100%, so best believe that i'll represent If you don't like what I represent Shut your mouth and keep your 5 cents Bitch I'm the fuck-ing coach, you're opinion's irrelevant They say that I'm arrogant They say that I'm arrogant, (uh) Last time I checked my team was the main event There's no need to pretend There's no need to pretend Business is business, we're never gonna' be friends C.O.A.S.T. Life [Hook] The last supper, (right) This is the last supper, (right) I'm tryna' feed my whole my fam' till we rich for ever, (ya-sah) The last supper (uh?) This is the last supper (yeah) Picture me eating with my fam' steady countin' paper Get money-money-Get money-money-money (sing along now) Get money-money-Get money-money-money (sing along now) Get money-money-Get money-money-money (sing along now) Get money-money-Get money-money (sing along now) [Verse 2] Wasn't for this 5 year plan, I prolly wouldn't be there Tooked one for the team, so blessed to be here On 'em blogs and shit Interviews and shit It's "Laval ou Rien" at all the shows we ripped Rappers talking slick Acting tough and shit I pay 'em no mind cause they all broke and shit, (help out for what?) I ain't fixing shit Ungrateful niggas, y'all can suck my dick Word to this Muller, my nigga, it's my time Peep the chains and the rings on the fingers bet I grind Like a skater, player hater you bitter cause I shine You're a shadow; Sonic's alter-ego, so strop trying This is the last supper, picture me with the team Making plans for the future, visualising our dreams Nevermind the fame, we're all about the cream The C.O.A.S.T. is that gang, now stop pretending (nigga) Let a nigga eat with his brothers Counting paper, stacking paper Cause this bread won't last forever Investing in our craft, cause this 9 to 5 cash, is a joke to us rappers Blowing up ain't shit, if you're not with your clique Record deals won't save ya' Loyalty's everything, put yo' bros on, don't let this money change ya' I owe it all to my fam, (said) I owe it all to my fam They kept it 100 grand, so best believe that i'll share my ends Said I owe it all to my fam I owe it all to my fam Viva la C.O.A.S.T. vida 'till the freaking end Ya-Sah [Hook] [Outro : Flashbacks (People speaking in french)]