The Last Song

[Produced by MF Doom] [Verse 1: Perrion] Too much boasting and bragging Gotta cut it out before a nigga becomes a has-been Too much of the same shit different day same bitch On my mind, since we broke up, I haven't had a break since Constantly on my brain like a tumor But if we spoke again that would just cause a bunch of rumors Writer's block for a minute, I needed to tune up Put that fucking lighter above my head like a lunar- -eclipse, Black thoughts are what I'm spitting without the roots of quest To find love, but Cupid didn't want to shoot heartbeats And rejected by many cause I look too young I guess I had too much to drink from the Fountain of Youth, um To ease the pain, I need a dime, maybe two of them If any rapper step up, I am lyrically shooting them down I weight less, but killing them like a four pound Desert Eagle I just need a gold crown Nigga, no dentist needed Novocain for the feeling, no intention to singing Before my Sunday show me the money, no Willie Beamen My pocket's full and now all these bitches is steady feenin Before you no one bought to me but now you on my penis See this? Copycats go and copy that Tyler ain't never spit nothing like this before nigga So no comparisons, won't stop until I'm stearin' Them a clear and see you in my rearview mirror starin' As I drive off, don't try to push me Cause I'm not fucking pussy Like a nigga trying to drive soft into the cooch But I go hard when I'm in a boost And these pussies think these niggas might just want to use a douche Nigga tell me you ain't smell that Fucking opposite of a male cat to tell raps I tell facts bitten nothing but the real Not a psychiatrist I could care less how you feel nigga [Verse 2: Perrion] Uh, I chill with niggas who lyrics are feist by trapping the rabbits, no Looney Tunes Smooth criminal, sophisticated Goonies fool Hipped out in Supreme jeans, paid a grip for those Tricks off kids but trust nigga they flipping O's Living low and getting money the easy way Not guaranteed tomorrow so I'm thankful I've seen the day Living in this crazy city, guess what I've seen today Little shorty trapping on the corner getting fiends to pay Chilling outside, posted like a meter Waiting for that next sale, hoping that he never fails Trying not to go to jail, cause his parents ain't doing to well If he slip up, they ain't got enough money to bail him out Well, without a doubt, I appreciate his hustle Growing green so he can eat, no Brussel sprouts Anything that deals with money they bustle about Not worried about your little beef, what's the fuss about? Give two fucks about your drama Save it for your baby mama I want the cheese like Lasagna Without the beef though I'm trying to survive by rapping to keep it clean nigga I got a neat flow Speak for myself and others I feel keep it trill Fuck selling my soul I'm not a rapper seeking deals nigga I just do it cause I love it And no I'm not trying to be the greatest I'm just trying to be above shit, nigga