Dee Watkins Last Breath lyrics
Last Breath
Dee Watkins
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Yeah
—this bitch
[Verse 1]
Look, ay, I'm goin' crazy I gotta get rich
Cause I was broke and that shit made me sick
This for my momma was late on the rent
Only one option go hit you a lick
Keep the beat goin' cause I need a vick
I heard another opp block got spent
I not the type to get caught in the mix
But I'm gon' slide if you speak on me bitch
[Chorus]
I know money don't make you happy, but I'm fine though
I thought you was real, what the fuck you lied for?
What the fuck I let you waste my time for?
So I come in with a blindfold, yeah-
[Verse 2]
I fuck up better than all of them niggas
She like lil' D you a doggish lil' nigga
Shut the fuck up whеn I'm talkin' lil' nigga
Speak on the lil' D and I'm offin' a nigga
Percs in my body got drugs in my systеm
Somebody tell me what's up with these niggas
Foreign got shot got me clutchin' my pistol
Fuck all that I ain't trustin' these niggas
I don't feel no pain off the drugs I be loaded
Perky to the brain, got me up I be floatin'
I might got insane all this money is controllin'
Ay, gotta go get it I want it
Don't fuck with these niggas they phony
[Post-Verse]
Look me in my eyes, tell me what you see
A gangsta in the skies, that's what they seem to be
Errbody dyin', faces on a T
Momma steady cryin', I'll be damned if it's me
[Interlude: Various News Broadcasts]
Now, we have breaking news over night: Grammy Nominated rapper, Nipsey Hussle, shot and killed outside his own clothing store in Los Angeles—
Twenty four men have been charged for murder in the death of up-and-coming rap star XXXTentacion—
Alright, now turning to the news, and the music world is mourning the loss of Brooklyn rapper, Pop Smoke, who was shot and killed in Los Angeles today—
A Dallas rapper was murdered outside of this car on I-35, near the Dallas route—
Rapper King Von and his group [were at the?] night club before making their way here to Monaco Hookah Lounge in the parking lot where chaos ensued
[Verse 3]
Damn, shit getting realler and realler
Can't leave the house with no pistol
'Cause you don't know how it's gon' go
You might just run into your killer
Shit getting out of control better go get you a pole
Nigga 'cause only Lord knows when it's your time to go
[Outro]
You feel me?
This rap shit dangerous
You this shit ain't—
This shit ain't the same no more
You feel me?
It's so easy to die, it's so easy to go, and I'll be damned if it be me
Lil' D
Yeah
—this bitch
[Verse 1]
Look, ay, I'm goin' crazy I gotta get rich
Cause I was broke and that shit made me sick
This for my momma was late on the rent
Only one option go hit you a lick
Keep the beat goin' cause I need a vick
I heard another opp block got spent
I not the type to get caught in the mix
But I'm gon' slide if you speak on me bitch
[Chorus]
I know money don't make you happy, but I'm fine though
I thought you was real, what the fuck you lied for?
What the fuck I let you waste my time for?
So I come in with a blindfold, yeah-
[Verse 2]
I fuck up better than all of them niggas
She like lil' D you a doggish lil' nigga
Shut the fuck up whеn I'm talkin' lil' nigga
Speak on the lil' D and I'm offin' a nigga
Percs in my body got drugs in my systеm
Somebody tell me what's up with these niggas
Foreign got shot got me clutchin' my pistol
Fuck all that I ain't trustin' these niggas
I don't feel no pain off the drugs I be loaded
Perky to the brain, got me up I be floatin'
I might got insane all this money is controllin'
Ay, gotta go get it I want it
Don't fuck with these niggas they phony
[Post-Verse]
Look me in my eyes, tell me what you see
A gangsta in the skies, that's what they seem to be
Errbody dyin', faces on a T
Momma steady cryin', I'll be damned if it's me
[Interlude: Various News Broadcasts]
Now, we have breaking news over night: Grammy Nominated rapper, Nipsey Hussle, shot and killed outside his own clothing store in Los Angeles—
Twenty four men have been charged for murder in the death of up-and-coming rap star XXXTentacion—
Alright, now turning to the news, and the music world is mourning the loss of Brooklyn rapper, Pop Smoke, who was shot and killed in Los Angeles today—
A Dallas rapper was murdered outside of this car on I-35, near the Dallas route—
Rapper King Von and his group [were at the?] night club before making their way here to Monaco Hookah Lounge in the parking lot where chaos ensued
[Verse 3]
Damn, shit getting realler and realler
Can't leave the house with no pistol
'Cause you don't know how it's gon' go
You might just run into your killer
Shit getting out of control better go get you a pole
Nigga 'cause only Lord knows when it's your time to go
[Outro]
You feel me?
This rap shit dangerous
You this shit ain't—
This shit ain't the same no more
You feel me?
It's so easy to die, it's so easy to go, and I'll be damned if it be me
Lil' D
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