PUSH! Montana - Last Of The Mohicans lyrics

[Hook – PUSH! Montana] Grind hard, no sleeping We don't take off no weekends Dedicated, no speaking Last of the Mohicans Living that fast life, we speeding Making sure the fam eating Die for what we believe in Last of the Mohicans The last of a motherf**ing breed that's dying I said the last of a motherf**ing breed that's dying [Verse 1: Maino] Now now my past life was a fast life Had to grind to get the cash right Any night could be my last night Out here scuffing up my damn Nikes My mama broke, my father dead Where's the hope, you have no idea Ain't no food in the whole crib I'll do anything just for that bread I'll shoot a n***a in the f**ing head I'll rob a bank, I'll do that bid I'll sell them d**, just to live Man I'm just trying to fill up the fridge I'm the last of the dying kind Stand up man, not the crying kind co*k it back, hold the iron kind Pop a n***a just for eyein' mines I'm the last real n***a in the world you heard They left me in a world full of lames and birds Looking around now I see lames and birds They try to tell me I gotta watch my words Got to watch my words? Well watch for that n***as watching my watch got to watch for that Got the all black Benz, black watch to match They ride my wave like a stocking cap Still grinding, take no days off Still hustling, wait till it pays off One plan, that's it, no plan b Can't stop me from feeding my family Maino, that's right ya'll know Last of the Mohicans, Tanto 45. and the all black cargos Real n***a 16 man ya'll ain't know? [Hook] [Verse 2: PUSH! Montana] I'm respected like Sonny from A Bronx Tale BK's version of Barksdale But I was too bright for that dark cell I bought a blue Benz of off hard sales I was 19, stunting on C Isle Cutting that coke with the B12 If money is the root of evil I'mma burn that paper when I reach hell Got to make sure the fam never needs for nothing If you get in the way of that, I'm leaning something Don't trust these part-time G's who will k** But ain't willing to bleed for nothing I pull up like a Bartenda With enough heat to live through a harsh winter Two arms up like Joey Jihad I'll send him to Allah quicker I'm the A-Team's lost member But due to my fast paced lifestyle My side chicks is my wife now Spending all my time out on these streets But I still provide when it's time to eat Got to live my life like a Rolling Stone About 2 million in my mobile phone I had a dream like Martin Luther But they shot him so I hold the chrome Trying to be like J and Big Poppa, Mike, JMJ, BIG Pac ya They fouler than MJ's doctor But keep the faith don't let these n***as stop ya Get rich or die trying soldier Chrome fif through the tip, n***as over I'm like Eighty sitting in that Rover I'm like Jay and 2, I never fold up d**h before dishonor [Hook]