Last Place

[Intro]
I'd be telling y'all a whole different story about a good life
It'd be a whole different story

[Hook]
This the stuff only suffering makes (Listen, listen right here)
This the stuff only suffering makes
This the sound of last place

[Verse 1]
Classmates, we only had one pair of pants, they caught a lot of slack
Tired of eatin' kid meals, to be a big deal you got a MAC
For ascendance, never gained ground defendin', it's 'bout attack
Build knowledge, acknowledge my birthdate, I'm first rate, not a hack
My only dream of bliss, I fiend for this, so if it's not dope it's not a track
Many phony known to phone it in, I never dialed it back
I'm not dense, I know tryna make sense don't make dollars stack
But I insist like a dying wish, best gift that you can give a child is fact
Speak my life and times without recycled rhymes that bought a lot of waste
Every house party ended with somebody got offended, just shot the place
Even before four chicken wings and fried rice I stop for grace
I fear they always watch us so whenever I pop in I drop the drapes

[Hook]
This the stuff only suffering makes
This the sound of last place
This the sound of last place
This the sound of last place

[Verse 2]
I'm just another scarred mind, I'm tryna generate
A dinner plate, car line with hard time on the interstate
Adapt, don't assimilate, don't just be happy getting in it, innovate
What I jot up don't got to flood you a product to end the day
He popped the web, pops was quick with the whip, was whipped into shape
From a cruel hub, not this new love, I'm from vintage hate
Privately tryna survive but he wasn't designed to
Trying to control the frontal lobe, but in the back of my mind knew
They peddled fiction ghetto depictions, is how it really look
I fought giants with defiance, of course can't triumph with Lilliput
Kept my iron on, wish I ain't known nothin' 'bout havin' drama
The novelty of wearing poverty as a badge of honor
The astute listen and hear every soup kitchen and breadline
Work we put in then when it should have been bedtime
Could never reach for sour grapes, but still sad wine
He won't come out alive tryna dead mine

[Hook]
This the stuff only suffering makes
This the sound of last place
Last place

[Outro]
Ain't nobody rich in the ghetto, nobody rich in the ghetto
If we was rich we wouldn't be here