Last Breath

Those are real homies or just fakes?

Damn the world just breaks

Now you got a bad taste

Pulling with a chevy thats a fucking race

She's worried about my health

I'm worried about my wealth

So I can disappear around with death

I'm telling you this was my last breath

Now im looking at this bitch

Thinkin' about myself

Looking at my shelf

Now try to ask yourself

If you want my wealth, or my soul of death

Don't ask me about my story

You're about to cry

Don't ask me about the money

I spend them on shit

that will make my mama cry

I think im about to get high

When i see her I know she ain't mine

You know I ain't tryna fight

I gotta get high

One last time

And feel you tight

Like the first time

You know thats right

Got my black Chevy

DOWNPIPE

Those are what?

Those are real homies or just fakes?

Damn, the world just breaks

Now you got a bad taste

Pulling with a Chevy that's a fucking race

She's worried about my health

I'm worried about my wealth

So I can disappear around with death

I'm telling you this was my last breath