Last of a Dying Breed

I never been an industry type
Never  fed into the hype
For  me this rap thing
Is a funny game
I didn’t do it for fame
I  didn’t care to be liked
I  acquired a lot of friends
When the money came
But  I never chased my lifestyle

I was thugging but
I never put the mic down
Couldn’t even get the time of day
From  hoes around my way
Oh wow
What a nigga who they like now
Now every Kelly and Keisha
They wanna ride with me
Cause they see I’m the new nigga
In my city
That’s how you know they didn’t know me
They just bitches that’s undeserving
Of my pity
Me and Nina in a closet
Only hoe I know
Willing to die with me
I’m not a clown
I didn’t do it for show
I only do it in hopes
Whether I die or survive
As long as God with me

A few distant friends
Became close
Some of my closest friends
Became foes
True success for me
These dealings were exposed
So I’m guessing
That this is the way
It goes
Fuck it
I’m gonna roll
Until they lower my casket
Keep making this magic man
Man the better my craft get
The money is attracted to me
Like magnets
I remember how they treated me
When I didn’t have it
A bitch and me came used in the same sentence
It was written God’s plan
Cause I”m far above it
And another man’s gift
You should never covet
See I’m the shit

So bitch you can hate it or love it
Hate is evil but it’s necessary
Keep the heater I do have it
But I’m never worried
I’m young, gifted and feel this
Just know I’m one of the realest
Now they’re dumping me
One of the illest
In US territory

I am the last of a dying breed
All you niggas should be ashamed now
During my era we had the G code
Today ain’t a damn thing
The same now
No low riders
That want to be in
They don’t like bitches
They want to be ‘em
God
What is this world coming to
All real niggas
I hope they free ‘em

I am the last of a dying breed
All you niggas should be ashamed now
During my era we had the G code
Today ain’t a damn thing
The same now
No low riders
That want to be in
They don’t like bitches
They want to be ‘em
God
What is this world coming to
All real niggas
I hope they free ‘em

New era new terror
Snitching in tight clothes
In exchange of nonsensical
Spitting with tight flows
Despite where the mic goes
The fabric it still erodes
The wack lyrics
Are lacking a conspiracy
I suppose
Instead of breaking the mold
You niggas breaking the code
No faggots watching sit coms
Actors faking the roles
It’s taking its toll
Me I know my place
In the fold
Been on wax
Two platinum plaques
Ace in the hole

Dignity still in tact
While you forsaken your souls
Bent over taking the hoe
And barely making it go
I’m taking control
Not only that
I’m placing a hoe
In everything wack
Nigga your rap
Is stealing your souls

You new niggas
Are lost in the grave
You’re better off
The first one to the cops
Was quick to set it off
The snitch when you get caught
Your life should be the cost
Your lights they should be out
Your rights are all off
Pretending you with the business
It’s true you that you really soft
You shriek at the sight of moths
But bow inside of a boss
Just face it what you been taught
I guess it wasn’t for naught
Cause many rumors are going
About what bitch niggas have brought

You bitch niggas have bought
The code you lost off
Community, revolution, and progress
Is at a halt
Respect is why we ought
It’s earned it isn’t bought
Somewhere the ball was dropped
The glass it wasn’t start

The defectors at the core
The core was split apart
As a natural reaction
Factions is what it brought
Suckers have been betrayed
And admitted the onslaught
Now it’s so saturated
But that is our own fault
I am sick of the sight
And I cringe at the very thought
So this will end tonight
So get it right
Is what we ought