LAST CHANCE Lyrics

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