Lyrics Last Breath - Meek Mill
[Intro
- Rick
Ross]
Nigga,
long
as
you
livin'
how
you
wanna
live
Niggas
gon'
talk
about
you
And
that's
completely
fine
with
me
(Believe
that,
nigga)
Niggas
only
salute
niggas
that's
dead,
and
niggas
in
prison
(Living
legends)
I
wanna
ball
though
[Hook
- Rick
Ross]
I'm
ballin'
til
my
very
last
breath
I'm
ballin'
til
my
very
last
breath
Just
bought
me
a
yacht,
Waikiki
or
not
Still
sippin'
that
syrup,
might
front
you
a
block
I'm
ballin'
til
my
very
last
breath
I'm
ballin'
til
my
very
last
breath
Just
bought
me
a
Benz,
just
bought
me
a
Rolls
I
pay
for
that
pussy,
I
go
shopping
for
hoes
[Verse
1- Rick
Ross]
I
got
a
house
on
my
neck,
my
Panamera
my
pet
We
bought
ringside
seats,
and
got
a
brick
I
can
pet
Money,
power
respect,
I
took
your
bitch
with
finesse
Chickens
jumping
like
checkers,
but
this
game
is
chess
What's
at
stake
is
your
freedom,
niggas
paying
the
price
When
the
judge
drop
the
mallet,
all
he
said
was
life
Nigga
damn
near
fainted,
barely
stare
at
your
wife
Brother
took
all
your
clothes,
whip,
sneakers,
and
ice
Got
me
holding
my
nuts,
while
I'm
rolling
the
dice
760
new
Beamer,
got
me
rolling
in
white
Very
few
that
you
trust,
better
keep
in
your
sight
Thinking
I'm
doing
wrong,
when
these
niggas
ain't
right
[Hook]
[Verse
2- Meek
Mill]
I
just
scooped
me
a
BM
And
bought
me
a
Rolls
When
I
pulled
up
on
niggas,
I
swear
they
thought
I
was
Hov
All
my
mixtapes
platinum,
niggas
thought
I
was
gold
I
heard
them
suckas
was
hatin',
I'm
fucking
all
of
they
hoes
So
I
don't
blame
'em,
no
I
don't
knock
'em
But
if
they
play
my
dogs,
we
slay
'em,
I'm
talkin'
pop
'em
Want
some
attention,
hall-of-fame
'em,
they
talkin'
bout
us
Acting
like
bitches
'til
we
spray
'em,
get
the
coffin
out
ya
We
all
about
it,
ahhhhh
I'm
ballin'
till
my
very
last
breath
I
hustle
like
I'm
on
my
last
check!
And
I
ain't
even
in
my
bag
yet
I
wake
up
in
the
morning,
where
the
cash
at,
GO!
[Hook]
[Verse
3- Rick
Ross]
All
I
see
is
this
money,
never
hate
with
your
niggas
Better
pray
to
your
maker,
before
you
war
with
the
sinner
Ask
forgiveness
for
mine,
so
I
know
that
I'm
good
All
them
niggas
we
robbed,
trips
T
man
took
Talkin'
panhandle
pimpin,
niggas
Chevy
was
lemon
Nigga
dressing
in
linen,
bases
loaded
first
inning
Taking
over
the
checks,
relocating
the
tenants
Pulling
open
your
vest,
motivation
is
spinach
I
gotta
handle
my
business,
I
pay
my
mortgages
first
When
you
cross
a
super-soaker
I
bet
your
water
get
burst
Ain't
no
love
on
this
side,
just
jealous
niggas
who
ride
Until
the
day
that
you
die,
just
hold
your
head
to
the
sky
[Verse
4- Birdman]
Ballin'
till
my
last
breath
Uptown,
flashy
life
with
my
Smith
& Wess
Hallways,
choppa
boys
everyday
Spend
your
bank
full
of
hundred
B's
in
your
face
My
lil
nephew
was
a
born
killa
Real
nigga
on
the
field,
killa
kill
nigga
'Til
I
showed
him
how
to
cook
a
bird
Killa
nigga
nigga
only
if
I
finna
work
Matches
up
in
every
town
Puttin'
it
down,
hold
it
down
for
my
fuckin'
rounds
All
day
gunplay,
everyday
rocked
out
nigga
in
every
way
[Hook]
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