My Last Song

[Verse 1: Julius Luciano] Ey, how do I go on from this I'm mad at life, I got a bone to pick I feel like me and life broke a wishbone and I got the short end of the bone and shit My plan A ain't working, and my plan B it don't exist I got a pot to piss in but my window of opportunity is closed so where do I throw the piss I gave this game my all nigga, I say it ain't my fault nigga I ain't to blame, I chase the fame, I can't explain it at all, hold up Crook paved the way for us raw spitters But the game just favored you soft niggas My fame chasin' was pain stakin, now I chase my pain with malt liquor But I did everything thing that I could We the best rappers whose name is not Crook Leave the game, I won't be ashamed but fuck you if you say that I should Yeah, I was denied my perks, I won't lie, that hurts Fuck this song, this is my last verse Wanna get it over with that's why I rap first [Hook: Demetrius Capone] I did everything that I could I did everything that I should If I could say it again then I would But I'm tellin' the game that I'm good (x2) I gotta say so long, say so long I can't go on, I ain't that strong I gotta say so long, why it take so long I can't go on, this my last song, ohh [Verse 2: Demetrius Capone] I didn't get my fair shake Even though I'm as good as a Wayne or a Drake I even try to follow Jay's Blueprint but now I got's to say So long I'm finished I don't really understand what God intended I could have been a nigga on the top The second coming of Pac but I'm not Man I don't get it, Yeah, this shit hurt Tears in my eye as I spit this verse Talkin' to God, could you lift this curse Now I gotta find me a different purpose In life, what to do All I can tell is the fuckin' truth Music took me, my brothers' and my mother's youth Now I just want a fuckin' truce I'm in love with rap, but my life-long love never loved me back I done lost every woman I had cause of the love for rap But now I'm gone, I ain't coming back I be like fuck niggas, this game's for fuck niggas This game ain't for real niggas with no skills, nah they don't fuck with us [Hook] [Verse 3: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] Y'all made me go, go, y'all made me go Will I come back? Maybe so, so But maybe no, mothafuck the radio Mothafuck them videos Niggas be dressing like any old thing Wearing them skinny clothes Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, a nigga like me won't pretend to be Something I'm not, something I'm not, I won't sell my soul to this industry I'm a grown-ass man with a grown-ass plan And I won't get fucked on some broke back shit If you don't understand I'm an old damn man, then yo I'm up, yo I quit [Verse 4: Kenny Siegel] Used to love rap, like will I stop? Never But if it's cold enough to be fuckin' Crooked's Someone as dope as my older brother, Crook, whose five times better Over years get to thinkin', will I rhyme ever I may as well flip a bird, 'till flippin words Flip a burner or flip a burger somewhere Rappers talk like they hustlin', and bubblin' but strugglin' in 2 seconds from hustlin' the bus fare Kind of reminds me of a broke Xbox disc, this game really don't play All it'll cost is that soul of yours, and every goal of yours, you could believe you gon' pay Man, I be like fuck niggas, this game's for fuck niggas This game ain't for real niggas with no skill, nah they don't fuck with us [Hook]