Meek Mill - Last Breath lyrics

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Meek Mill - Last Breath lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] n***a, long as you livin' how you wanna live n***as gon' talk about you And that's completely fine with me (Believe that, n***a) n***as only salute n***as that's dead, and n***as in prison (Living legends) I wanna ball though [Hook: Rick Ross] I'm ballin' til my very last breath I'm ballin' til my very last breath Just bought me a yacht, I keep me a knot Still sippin' that syrup, might front you a block I'm ballin' til my very last breath I'm ballin' til my very last breath Just bought me a Benz, just bought me a Rolls I pay for that p**y, I go shopping for hoes [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I got a house on my neck, my Panamera my pet We bought ringside seats, and got a brick I can pet Money, power respect, I took your b**h with finesse Chickens jumping like checkers, but this game is chess What's at stake is your freedom, n***as paying the price When the judge drop the mallet, all he said was life n***a damn near fainted, barely stare at your wife Brother took all your clothes, whip, sneakers, and ice Got me holding my nuts, while I'm rolling the dice 760 new Beamer, got me rolling in white Very few that you trust, better keep in your sight Thinking I'm doing wrong, when these n***as ain't right [Hook] [Verse 2: Meek Mill] I just scooped me a BM And bought me a Rolls When I pulled up on n***as, I swear they thought I was Hov All my mixtapes platinum, n***as thought I was gold I heard them s**as was hatin', I'm f**ing all of they hoes So I don't blame 'em, no I don't knock 'em But if they play my dogs, we slay 'em, I'm talkin' pop 'em Want some attention, hall-of-fame 'em, they talkin' bout us Acting like b**hes 'til we spray 'em, get the coffin out ya We all about it, ahhhhh I'm ballin' till my very last breath I hustle like I'm on my last check !! And I ain't even in my bag yet I wake up in the morning, where the cash at, GO! [Hook] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] All I see is this money, never hate with your n***as Better pray to your maker, before you war with the sinner Ask forgiveness for mine, so I know that I'm good All them n***as we robbed, trips T man took Talkin' panhandle pimpin, n***as Chevy was lemon n***a dressing in linen, bases loaded first inning Taking over the checks, relocating the tenants Pulling open your vest, motivation is spinach I gotta handle my business, I pay my mortgages first When you cross a super-soaker I bet your water get burst Ain't no love on this side, just jealous n***as who ride Until the day that you die, just hold your head to the sky [Hook] [Verse 4: Birdman] Ballin' till my last breath Uptown, flashy life with my Smith & Wess Hallways, choppa boys everyday Spend your bank full of hundred B's in your face My lil nephew was a born k**a Real n***a on the field, k**a k** n***a 'Til I showed him how to cook a bird k**a n***a n***a only if I finna work Matches up in every town Puttin' it down, hold it down for my f**in' rounds All day gunplay, everyday rocked out n***a in every way [Hook]

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