Last Supper

[Verse 1]

This for my niggas thats whippin' that pot wit da fork every night/
We kno it ain't right but we trappin' to pay for the heat and the light/
No gas on the stove and your baby need milk but can't warm up da bottle/
The devil in front of me, but i know God got my back so I do what I got to/
I rather have nothing to lose than risk losin' it all/
Its lonely and quiet when you at the top but who gonna catch you when you fall?/
Over 100 contacts in my phone don't check on me at all/
They only be hittin' me up when they want somethin' so i don't answer their call/
The last nigga they ever think about
But I been puttin' them first/
Can't be the nice guy all the time cause' that shit is a gift and a curse/
Only got time to look out for myself so these bitch niggas callin' me phoney/
They thinkin I'm quiet, they i dnt talk cause' they thinkin they know me/
Hate what they don't understand, now I'm workin wit' some of your favorite rappers/
Never show me no love now they liking my picture and liking my status/
Been workin' all day and all night everyday so I been losin' sleep/
The same niggas that I was hungry wit' at the table now we all gonna eat/

[Hook]

Money cash hoes, money cash hoes they come and go but what you do it for?/
You know you doin' somethin' right when your enemy used to be ya bro/
More money more problems, can't win for losin'/
Now I feel like Jordan, middle finger to da bullshit/

(Fuck Bitches, Get Money, Fuck niggas, Get money) 4x

[Verse 2]

This for them niggas thats not countin' money but countin' their followers/
Poppin' shit on his wall, they got no twitter page but my niggas will follow ya'/
This for them niggas that got on versace and flexin'/
Ballin' out on ya' mother account now you makin' it rain in Perfections/
Facts over fiction, real rap over gimmicks, this more than a song/
These niggas ain't rebels they hypocrites all of their morals are gone/
They wanna be Wayne, they wanna be Drake and they wanna be Cole/
They wanna be Ye' and they wana be Jay so they sellin' their souls/
You be on that typical shit, you rap niggas boring and shit/
Worklife I'm livin' this shit, more than metaphorical shit/
Talkin' bout Maybachs, damn near got a place to lay at/
You killin' yourself, be real wit' yourself or the bottom where you gonna stay at/
Money talk, Broke nigga shut da fuck up while I'm countin'/
Packin' bands in my Fendi bag, you would think i get allowance/
Been workin all day and all night everyday so i been losin' sleep/
The same niggas that I was hungry wit' at the table now we all gonna eat/

[Hook]