My Last Song

If this was my last song I'd write it like this

What's the recipe for success when you don't know it exist

All my life I played my part I'm just stacking my chips

You never bite the hand that feed you that's how you get kilt

You take a lost you shake it off that's just how I was built

My uncle use to tote the nine shooting shit like he Wilt

He use to tell me all the time to be better than him

I never thought that in my life I wouldn't see him again

And now I'm standing in his place that's the cycle of man

If I ever get the chance I'll see him again

You can't call yourself a artist you ain't cry in the Stu

All the pain I ever felt I let it out in the booth