Hater’s Last Meal

[Intro]
Yo, check it, yo
Uh, yo
Aight, look (It's that good shit)
Let me just rap somethin' to how we do this on the East Coast
'Cause I ain't fuckin' with the other shit
Look, look

[Verse 1]
On the east side, we ride on the weed high
Jackin' cats packin' fat stacks in their Levi's
Rap for scraps at crack shacks that we be by
Fee-fi, hear me comin' down where ya reside, creepin'
Runnin' through ya house while ya sleepin'
No reason, hoes at Four Seasons
I'ma keep rhymin' 'til I die and stop breathin'
I'ma keep grindin' 'til my mind hits the ceilin'
How ya not feelin', we stay dangerous
Major is to plagiarists gettin' paid for shit
This ain't a game to us, so don't play with us
Watch us combust while we kick it spontaneous
Judges favor us, they know we came to bust
Takin' candies from babies just like a stranger does
Parades in they names, ain't gon' rain for us
We real and rap while you lames stay changin' up
Guns aimed at us, we keep on keepin' on
Flee when the heat is on, fiend when the weed is gone
Dream 'bout bein' gone, the easel that we bleed upon see the wrong
Ya hungry? We need to feed ya songs
Mac is nice with the appetite, I'm the cook
Ya shook, one too many pages taken from the book
Looked at crook, I stayed with the steel
And if I'm bein' ill, it's just the way that I feel
I say what is real
So you better hear it, fool
I'm a lyrical miracle, rap imperial (Yeah)
Turn shit around like a steerin' wheel
I knocked you other rappers out, now I'm here to kill
Everything you hear is real, haters fuckin' fear the deal

[Chorus 1]
Have you prepared for your last meal?
(I don't think you have, I don't think you have, I don't think you have)
Have you prepared for your last meal?
(I don't think you have, I don't think you have, I don't think you have, homie)
(What?) Prepared for your last meal? (Yeah)
Prepared for your last meal? (Easy Mac, homie)
Prepared for your last meal? (Straight killin' cats, yo)
Prepared for your last meal? (Haha, lyrically)
Have you prepared for your last meal? (Aight, look, look)

[Verse 2]
Around here, all we know is, "Please clutch"
Please teachers and preachers, I need Jesus
I ain't a Christian, religion is a prison of superstitions
So listen when I'm spittin' sharp like circumcision (Ha)
Yeah, hear me on the mic, be like, "He's rough"
Get off my dick, you can suck on deez nuts
Ya need us, like mothers need to cook
Ya skeed and shook from the weed I took, so read a book
Maybe that will help you to relax, ya passive, I'm massive
Like NASA and that bastard
But the only thing fat about me is my cash
I smash tracks on you, ass, so you should probably...

[Chorus 2]
Prepare for your last meal, prepare for your last meal
Easy Mac is killin' cats, so you should
Prepare for last meal

[Outro]
Yeah, that's how it go down, homie
Have you prepared for your last meal?