Last Name Lyrics

I'm a half white half black riding in a Cadillac

Bumping like a camel back blowing something for cataracts

O'Shea, or maybe, OJ's in my deck

I'm an old school nigga to death I keep calm

When it's on stop talking and proceed to start walking

My actions always matching my words

Keep it real with the ones I keep close even those I keep ghost

Anything else less is absurd

At times the hardest thing in my life is to keep it true

Don't ever be a follower baby just keep it you

I'm struggling to live but I'm dying to make a move

Suffer from a hard head I've been trying to make it smooth

Ratting on your people that was nothing that you could pull

Now it's hotter off the press and they're trying to make it cool

People looking mad cause I'm holding the door for 'em

Bet I do the same thing when I'm driving them doors foreign

For the fam I'm going hard I rep my last name

Always looking for the future won't forget the pain

Proper vision and precision takes a level aim

If you're in the way then I gotta let my nuts hang

For the fam I'm going hard I rep my last name

Always looking for the future won't forget the pain

Proper vision and precision takes a level aim

If you're in the way then I gotta let my nuts hang

Shoe laces for a belt not to mention the pants torn

I was walking up to school and was wishing I wasn't born

We only had rice then my mother mixed it with corn

There were many cold nights when we struggled to keep it warm

Lights out empty fridge and we struggled that was the norm

Only time we rode a wave we was getting caught in a storm

Brighter days ahead I'm just hoping I might see

If you ever catch me slipping don't wake me I might be

Pay homage to a nigga you ain't know yet

Who flew up out the Projects took one bag but no jets

If you got it on your mind then get it off

Don't ever fester thought

No cap a nigga wavy with a bald spot

The cause for the hair loss here was self-induced

Cocaine nice we never cut the movie self-produced

Scorsese with a little less talent

Too high but the scotch gave a little more balance

Pops died at an early age a nigga need a hug

Fighting roaches over dinner made my shoulders do a shrug

Water ran the only time them bitches wasn't in my tub

2000 was the year my older brother took a slug

Fighting with a demon but nobody hear me screaming

Shed a light you see it beaming give me coal I keep it steaming

Blue skies turn gray who wanna war with a rebel

Truest guys burn yay they never far from a shovel

Jesus peace in the bezel but diamonds dance with a devil

She needs a G in her life I got the square and the level

That went up over some heads couple legs getting spread

I keep a couple of bars you know the flow going fed

For the fam I'm going hard I rep my last name

Always looking for the future won't forget the pain

Proper vision and precision takes a level aim

If you're in the way then I gotta let my nuts hang