Tabu - My Last Song lyrics

[Verse 1: Julius Luciano] Ey, how do I go on from this I'm mad at life, I got a bone to pick I feel like me and life broke a wishbone and I got the short end of the bone and sh** My plan A ain't working, and my plan B it don't exist I got a pot to piss in but my window of opportunity is closed so where do I throw the piss I gave this game my all n***a, I say it ain't my fault n***a I ain't to blame, I chase the fame, I can't explain it at all, hold up Crook paved the way for us raw spitters But the game just favored you soft n***as My fame chasin' was pain stakin, now I chase my pain with malt liquor But I did everything thing that I could We the best rappers whose name is not Crook Leave the game, I won't be ashamed but f** you if you say that I should Yeah, I was denied my perks, I won't lie, that hurts f** this song, this is my last verse Wanna get it over with that's why I rap first [Hook: Demetrius Capone] I did everything that I could I did everything that I should If I could say it again then I would But I'm tellin' the game that I'm good (x2) I gotta say so long, say so long I can't go on, I ain't that strong I gotta say so long, why it take so long I can't go on, this my last song, ohh [Verse 2: Demetrius Capone] I didn't get my fair shake Even though I'm as good as a Wayne or a Drake I even try to follow Jay's Blueprint but now I got's to say So long I'm finished I don't really understand what God intended I could have been a n***a on the top The second coming of Pac but I'm not Man I don't get it, Yeah, this sh** hurt Tears in my eye as I spit this verse Talkin' to God, could you lift this curse Now I gotta find me a different purpose In life, what to do All I can tell is the f**in' truth Music took me, my brothers' and my mother's youth Now I just want a f**in' truce I'm in love with rap, but my life-long love never loved me back I done lost every woman I had cause of the love for rap But now I'm gone, I ain't coming back I be like f** n***as, this game's for f** n***as This game ain't for real n***as with no sk**s, nah they don't f** with us [Hook] [Verse 3: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] Y'all made me go, go, y'all made me go Will I come back? Maybe so, so But maybe no, mothaf** the radio Mothaf** them videos n***as be dressing like any old thing Wearing them skinny clothes f** that sh**, f** that sh**, a n***a like me won't pretend to be Something I'm not, something I'm not, I won't sell my soul to this industry I'm a grown-a** man with a grown-a** plan And I won't get f**ed on some broke back sh** If you don't understand I'm an old damn man, then yo I'm up, yo I quit [Verse 4: Kenny Siegel] Used to love rap, like will I stop? Never But if it's cold enough to be f**in' Crooked's Someone as dope as my older brother, Crook, whose five times better Over years get to thinkin', will I rhyme ever I may as well flip a bird, 'till flippin words Flip a burner or flip a burger somewhere Rappers talk like they hustlin', and bubblin' but strugglin' in 2 seconds from hustlin' the bus fare Kind of reminds me of a broke Xbox disc, this game really don't play All it'll cost is that soul of yours, and every goal of yours, you could believe you gon' pay Man, I be like f** n***as, this game's for f** n***as This game ain't for real n***as with no sk**, nah they don't f** with us [Hook]