paroles de chanson Last Chance - Muhteyoh

You will be asked
To speak at my funeral
You will not
Speak at my funeral
This is blasphemy
And have it
Play at my funeral
Just so people know how

Woah, woah
Stan me like your last
Man I won't ask again
Moving like
These niggas watching
I been stuck on ten
Losing ain't an option
Let them know
This God's plan
Yeah, God's plan
Moving like they
Watching I been
Stuck on ten
Losing ain't an option
This is God's plan
Yeah, last chance

FaceTime with brother
He's in the Motherland
I been going
Hard in the paint
I cannot pencil in
Niggas want me
Inside the lines
But ain't coloring
On my Cooley High
No Preach
But this my offering
Am I gon pop
Who knows
But I inspire you
Lotta niggas
Copy the style
Without a thank you
Ya welcome
My aesthetic
My cadence
My flow
MuTeyOh's been a
Living cheat code
Fo sho
Fo sho, fo sho
Fo sho
And I been that boy
Bump what you heard
My boy, niggas be lost
My boy, yeah, for real
But still, I guide them back
To greatness
Fake this
I could never
Too authentic
Niggas beefing
With the boy
I let them
Marinate in it
Yeah, still my
Biggest investment
I'm still God's gift
That's why Yah
Has been testing, woah
Top five, no question
TeyOh broke the mold
And taught lessons
Nigga I'm a blessing

Yeah, God's plan
Moving like
they watching
I been stuck
On ten
Losing ain't an option
This is God's plan
Yeah, last chance

Role model homie
I am not
These other men
Circle getting smaller
Make you squint
My nigga look again
It's two places
I am not going
Back and forth
Niggas try attacking
My character
Eat'em all for sport
Going out sad
I swear I'll never know
That feeling
I got the frame
For the game
And this a fitting
Friend or foe
Play both sides
These niggas
Joe Budden
Friend or foe
Kill both lives
I push this one button
Yeah, God's plan
Moving like
They watching
I been stuck on ten
Losing ain't an option
This is God's plan
Yeah, Last chance

Okay get some rest
I know your tired
Um call me tomorrow
I wanna finish
That project
We talked
About this week
So let's talk

Only fear myself
When I act up
It's Oscar-worthy
Staring at a tree
The flesh bleeds
Until my soul leaves
Rooted in my mind
I'm Icarius
Am I too high now
Versace belt
Designer scent
I wonder am
I fly now
Tripping off
The toadstool
I ascend and
Hear a haiku
Air cold
No frigid
Grass evergreen
Crickets hum
And the tune is death
Black endangered species
Like we all that's left
Dancing to my own beat
Got, heart no chest
No chest
My thing man
Doing my thing
Man, still I feel alone
Still, I feel alone
I should be on my own

Yeah, I'm bout to testify
Come up in the spot
Like it's do or die
I been hot
Stayed down
But it's still I rise
I been hospitalized
For the times you lied
Yeah, wrote a song
In the hopes
It flies
I got attached
To a dream
Almost took my life
I'm in the coup
Doing ninety on
The ninety five yeah
And these lights blinding
Losing my breath
One phone call
Hope to God
You check
Hope to God
You check
Hope to God
You check
Hope to God you
And people only want
One thing
And really
That's everything
Manipulate you
Steal for that thing
Convince you
You need them
For that thing
Lie to protect
That thing
Make you think
You close
To that thing
Promise this
The only thing
Kill you just
To have that thing
Yeah, and that's facts
I ain't take a break
All of y'all can relax
Wrote a song for the
Past, uh past ten times
Niggas say they rock
With the boy
But in real life
They can get
The close-line
Cause in the city
That they come from
No one did
What I done
Take them from
The ledge
To the stage huh
Forreal, yeah