Last Breath

Cipher Complete - “Last Breath”
[Emcee(s): Dayquan and Rahlik]
[Producer(s): [?]]

[Verse 1]
Earliest stages
Of early ages I reminisce in and grippin
The hearts of my niggas as we listen to ill visions
The times of my trife disposition, producing
The resolution of togetherness and whatever doing
Livin the struggle, hard liquor forever guzzled
Drugs Colombians smuggled, frontin for us to hustle
Pouring out beer for the fatal whenever able
Mad moves like Puff’s label turning the tables
Held down the fort, support it to get cash fronts
Hands used for hustling steadily passed blunts, but
We knew that we was in the wrong, but moms wasn’t
Affording Jordans, so we would hustle ‘til the break of dawn
Horrible memories of burning, busting enemies
Scarface wannabes doing ten-year penalties, street
Vocabulary learners, pain was filling
The hearts of us Jersey-breded villains ‘cause blood was spilling
None of us wanted to fall into a deeper hole
Lives getting stole ‘cause we played criminal roles, stomped
Mad grounds together, attitude be “yo, whatever”
Up-north weather, wearing hoodies, Timbs, and leathers
Never attended church. Us? We puffed Ls
Some said we’d be nothing, eternally burn in Hell. Oh well!
It didn’t matter, we still hung tight
Did plenty of dirty nights, saw jake and took flight
‘Cause lockdown is nothing but a cot in a jail cell
School couldn’t excel, moms never paid bail
Mobb Deep, whole damn squad loved each other
No relation would ever go perpetrating his brothers
No question, brotherly love is what we manifesting
Making sure each and every God study they lessons
So for all of my niggas, I give respect and leave sets wet
By licking shots ‘cause I love ‘em to death

[Hook]
I love
My niggas, yo, I love my niggas to death, I love
My niggas, (I love my niggas) to the very last breath, I love
My niggas, yo, I love my niggas to death
(“Real niggas represent and don’t die”)

[Verse 2]
Now as
I stand amongst the Ciph’ and watch the buddha smoke rise, I pour
Forties of St. Ides to keep the memories alive for my niggas
That all had the same thoughts of fame
But life’s strange, left us all embraced by the street games
On the corners, looking for dead presidents and better
Hoodie sweaters, fatigue suits, Timbs with suede leather
Selling dimes of weed smoke, collecting G notes
Blessing brothers with buddha, then we step before The Beast rolls
‘Cause on the corner, all the niggas used to want us out
Crackheads that once hated Feds now turn informers
Five-O be getting after niggas for a bag of sess
Undercover dressed and, yes, tryna make arrest
Stress be having niggas running from probation
Joining the Five Percent Nation, missing months of education
We skipped school, “puff lye” was the daily motto
“Fuck college” when street knowledge brought in the daily dollars
Living life trife, holding an automatic trigger
Drinking malt liquor that was slowly killing younger niggas
So I switched to Ballantine, kept on writing rhymes
My crew encouraged me to keep it real and big-up mine
Now I search and find, living life throughout my lessons
Giving blessings to blunt sessions that keep the brain refreshing
Manifesting and addressing questions on how we lived
As adolescents, no more guessing, I live the daily presence
But still I maintain ‘cause it’s a long path to follow
Fuck a role model ‘cause mine guzzled the forty bottle
Some hit by hollow bullets trying to get paid
No more broke days and selling nickel bags of trade
So as long as I live, I’m bigging up my peeps
Whether six feet deep, resting in eternal sleep
I keep it real with every word from my breath
Licking shots for my niggas ‘cause I love ‘em to death

[Hook]
I love
My niggas, yo, I love my niggas to death, I love
My niggas, (I love my niggas) to the very last breath, I love
My niggas, yo, I love my niggas to death
(“Real niggas represent and don’t die”)

[Outro: Sample with Scratches]
“Real niggas represent and don’t die” (x3)