Текст песни Last Breath - Trevond

Yeah look
Had to grind had to make it
City's son
Underrated
Check me now never fading
Don P copped a G
For the fam
Flex the gram
Talking Insta chill damn
I'm the man in the 2
31 nothing new
OG like Gotti
Im a king like Rodney
Life beat me couldn't drop me
Young martyr if they shot me
Love women they my life
Really like to treat them right
Can't lie flirty type
Somethings missing need a wife
Lots of money lots of homies
But I'm lonely
Someone hold me
Yeah we loved God has told me
If that's the case
Someone show me
Not Trevond
As the artist though
But Trevond as the individual
Always praying for a miracle
To find out love that's
Unconditional not a phony
Real at heart
Seems are ripped torn apart
Stitched it up tons of times
Heal myself through the rhymes
Life is good till my death
No worries no sweat
You ain't seen nothing yet
Not until last breath

And my city showing love
Used to never be enough
And I've never been a scrub
Not like me to give up
And I'm just getting started up
When in my city throw it up
Yeah the block were pouring up
Cognac overflow the cup yeah
If God ain't take me this morning
Bet I'm busy still balling
Hear success it's still calling
Life ain't perfect but I'm still
Walking

Look life ain't perfect
But I'm balling
I'm a star I ain't falling
Burning out
New rims they installing
Cali chron got them coughing
40 buzz like Aldrin
All my niggas they be bossin
Gold plaque
Stay Flossin
Wood grain
Cadillac
Give me that
Emblem shine I'm a Mac
Bad bitch in the back
Break her off
Kit Kat
Club shine five racks
Here you go play with that
Battles crack popping off
Stay lit Molotov
Need God Jesus Christ
Talk to him for advice
Brings peace makes me wise
Pray for family ties
Don't cross I'd hate to fight
Risk it all thats your life
Down for tribe like I'm Phife
For the fam down to ride
By rap I'm survived
Crashed hard then revived
Even teens peep the words
Eat the albums like it's Tide
Wrap this up because I'm tired
I just hope I inspired
Put all my ashes
In my Grammy when I die
Yeah

And my city showing love
Used to never be enough
And I've never been a scrub
Not like me to give up
And I'm just getting started up
When in my city throw it up
Yeah the block were pouring up
Cognac overflow the cup yeah
If God ain't take me this morning
Bet I'm busy still balling
Hear success it's still calling
Life ain't perfect but I'm still
Walking