Last Stop

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Still here, still in the same position so you can say we still real
 Autobiographical, all my shit got the ill feel
 Things get complicated when you climbin' up that big hill
 Make it to the top, but we gon' act like we been here
 Too damn deep
 So fuck a list, I brought my bros here
 Three blunts rolled, I face 'em all before I stroll in
 Tic-tac-toe, knockin' you niggas off the border
 Takin' control, I gotta to say it's quite rewardin'
 Right on time, I want it all, that Armor All shine
 Like lemon and pine, tenet glasses, avoid the crashes or stallin' out
 Take the cash, then we rollin' out
 Runnin' routes like receivers
 Retrieve it, see it, then take it down
 Tunnel vision, if they ain't supplyin' their help
 Well then, it's "fuck 'em, nigga"
 I feel like a lion, I'm runnin', I'm fuckin' hungry, nigga
 Statin' facts, anything I lost, I bet I got it back
 Doubled up, win again and run it back
 Double-Dutch, niggas in and out until they fallin' back
 All of that, bars is hittin' harder than a battle-axe
 Niggas bitch-made, they can't hang, they need a maxi-pad
 Enough smoke to make you suffocate when we roll up
 Still here, still in the same position so you can say we still real
 Autobiographical, all my shit got the ill feel
 Things get complicated when you climbin' up that big hill
 Make it to the top, but we gon' act like we been here
 Too damn deep
 So fuck a list, I brought my bros here
 Three blunts rolled, I face 'em all before I stroll in
 Tic-tac-toe, knockin' you niggas off the border
 Takin' control, I gotta to say it's quite rewardin'
 The real is revived
 Survive and thrive through complications of these difficult times
 Where pivotal minds, yeah,
 Such as mine, we can give sight to the blind
 Rivetin' lies disguised as truths, a powder-keg in disguise
 A pound of proof, but you're selective, what is seen by the eyes
 Omnipotent, all-knowin' beings, we descendants of Gods
 The underdog that's in the fight and fought and beat all the odds
 Maneuverin' through all this pollution, tryna to get through the smog
 Deliverin' audio solutions with no convolution
 Yeah
 Still here, still in the same position so you can say we still real
 Autobiographical, all my shit got the ill feel
 Things get complicated when you climbin' up that big hill
 Make it to the top, but we gon' act like we been here
 Too damn deep
 So fuck a list, I brought my bros here
 Three blunts rolled, I face 'em all before I stroll in
 Tic-tac-toe, knockin' you niggas off the border
 Takin' control, I gotta to say it's quite rewardin'
 

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Duration
03:12
Key
7
Tempo
80 BPM

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