DOM KENNEDY, Niko G4 - Last Supper lyrics
[DOM KENNEDY, Niko G4 - Last Supper lyrics]
You know I gotta drop something we in here
I've been making plays for a minute
Ladies know it's me
Since my jeans had a crease
I ain't never had a lease
Legend in these streets for the way
That I can ride a beat
Then get inside a freak
Grindin cuz I'm tryna eat
Painting of the last feast
Bags full of centuries
Niggas can't bring up LA
And don't mention me we was having baggies
Sixth grade in the ziploc
Listening to hip hop
My room like a gift shop
These girls wanna lip lock
Shе tryna get a wrist watch
Only fly nonstop, Dodgers or the Whitе Sox
Yankees better thank me while I'm here
Give me flowers
Beats I devour, come fuck me in the shower
I'm the muthafucka with the
Money and the power
Get paid by the hour, ya mans looking sour
Uh, my main thang was to be major paid
The game sharper than a
Muthafuckin' razor blade
They say money bring bitches
Bitches bring lies
One nigga get jealous and muthafuckas die
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They might hold me for a second
But these punks won't get me
We got mo' niggas with Impalas and big cash
Screaming OPM every time we pass
Screaming OPM every time we pass
These niggas down bad
All my dawgs count cash
City view from the crib
Out the stainless glass
These niggas taking shortcuts and
Still try to brag
This bitch threw me the pussy
But I had to pass
Focused on the bigger picture
And the bigger bag
When you happy wit' yo life
That make these haters mad
Remember days we was tripping
And we double back
When they mention Mid City
They better scream G4
Do your research nigga yea we been on Pico
Bitch I'm really cut from it
Nah this ain't a ego
Stomp a nigga in Diors
That's my nigga Cinco
Stone Island on my waist
Smoking Zaza for the taste
Motivated in my mental with a
Heart full of faith
I'm tryna tell my youngins that
Life is not a race
And you can make it through when
You figure out your pace
When you figure out your pace
I've been making plays for a minute
Ladies know it's me
Since my jeans had a crease
I ain't never had a lease
Legend in these streets for the way
That I can ride a beat
Then get inside a freak
Grindin cuz I'm tryna eat
Painting of the last feast
Bags full of centuries
Niggas can't bring up LA
And don't mention me we was having baggies
Sixth grade in the ziploc
Listening to hip hop
My room like a gift shop
These girls wanna lip lock
Shе tryna get a wrist watch
Only fly nonstop, Dodgers or the Whitе Sox
Yankees better thank me while I'm here
Give me flowers
Beats I devour, come fuck me in the shower
I'm the muthafucka with the
Money and the power
Get paid by the hour, ya mans looking sour
Uh, my main thang was to be major paid
The game sharper than a
Muthafuckin' razor blade
They say money bring bitches
Bitches bring lies
One nigga get jealous and muthafuckas die
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They might hold me for a second
But these punks won't get me
We got mo' niggas with Impalas and big cash
Screaming OPM every time we pass
Screaming OPM every time we pass
These niggas down bad
All my dawgs count cash
City view from the crib
Out the stainless glass
These niggas taking shortcuts and
Still try to brag
This bitch threw me the pussy
But I had to pass
Focused on the bigger picture
And the bigger bag
When you happy wit' yo life
That make these haters mad
Remember days we was tripping
And we double back
When they mention Mid City
They better scream G4
Do your research nigga yea we been on Pico
Bitch I'm really cut from it
Nah this ain't a ego
Stomp a nigga in Diors
That's my nigga Cinco
Stone Island on my waist
Smoking Zaza for the taste
Motivated in my mental with a
Heart full of faith
I'm tryna tell my youngins that
Life is not a race
And you can make it through when
You figure out your pace
When you figure out your pace