My Last Words Lyrics

Alright man, let me see if I can get this shit right, man

I said you'll never see a bad guy like this again (never see it)

Shit, I just wanted to win

Remember when this all Started and I wanted that Benz?

Now it's a twelve hour flight and I want it to end

My mama tell me to be careful what you wishing for

You can end up dealing with the devil and selling your soul to settle

For these crumbs that you started with

Getting money starter kits, yea you got friends but where the Niggas you started with?

The plug want me in the kitchen

You tryna sign The Roc, while we pushing the rock and it's adding attention

These kids shoot when they stop playing

Like Ben Simmons

That's Wanita son rell

I know I wasn't tripping

My son will graduate soon

I hope he can get accepted

And live a better life than anyone ever expected

When I retire from this game

I hope the street respect it

They'll probably kill me in the end

But I stay optimistic... nigga

I want to get saved

It's Halloween, nigga

To all these niggas owe me money and we don't talk about it

Everybody gotta pay, it ain't no way around it

I get this money from the grave, I was keepin' count

If I don't get enough for heaven, they gon' kick me out

Yeah, and if I'm goin' to hell, then I won't cry about it

I told bro the money was his and he can die bout it

Bury me with a hundred K and a blunt

And a note that said I'm short on ties, I brought a truck

Why they selling stock in me and I keep goin' up

Why is it a part of my conscience that even gives a fuck

I'm money, Mitch, I love the game, shit, I might be stuck

I guess I keep buyin' Louis until I fuck it up

But that's the game, love or hate, who's to blame?

I couldn't shoot, they put me on the block, close range

Hand-to-hand trans, I'm a hustler in the end

Supposed to be a doctor up until I sold a gram

When I wasn't getting money, niggas wasn't getting mad

They wasn't counting my pockets, didn't care what I had

You be the next target with that shit on your neck

Now I got blood on my hands, I gotta get that back

I tried to keep it cool like it was just another day

Like he wasn't gon' die and that nothin' had ever changed

He pulled me in close, he was still in a daze

He said, Don't ever let these pussy niggas take your chain

To all these niggas owe me money and we don't talk about it

Everybody gotta pay, it ain't no way around it

I get this money from the grave, I was keepin' count

If I don't get enough for heaven, they gon' kick me out

Yeah

They gona kick me out

If I don't get enough for heaven, they gon' kick me out

They gone kick me out

If don't get enough for heaven, nigga

My last words Get the money, yeah it figures

When I ain't around in hard times, you'll remember

Any nigga wanna smoke on that paid pack

Make sure you sell it for a dub or better

And you'll really get paid back

So when my day come and I get caught lacking

And the last thing I hear is, what the fuck just happened

I just hope you real enough to kill me while I was looking

So I can see you in your eyes, I'd appreciate it, pussy

All these niggas owe me money and we don't talk about it

Everybody gotta pay, it ain't no way around it

I get this money from the grave, I was keepin' count

If I don't get enough for heaven, they gon' kick me out

Yeah

You know, half the people in this room owed Bumpy money when he died

They think Ima forget to collect, but Ima get that money