Styles P - Last Ones lyrics

All my rap friends went crazy I'm the last one left These haters prayin' they can celebrate the last one's d**h None of them n***as in my cla** that couldn't pa** one test But that's what happens when you rappin' on a [?] depth I never chat sh** The flow bat-sh**, it's major league Major Keys like Khaled (it's accurate) Recognize a dime when you pa** it With this weapon I's rhymin', I'm an a**a**in Put nine minutes to the casket, you ba*tards Stare in the abyss and the Leviathan (oh yea) You say a prayer for the dying men Looking for that pleasure but you findin' sin Can't be scared to take a loss if you tryin' to win Recognize greatness, tenacious Gracious, mark of design, the new Matrix I can make Dr. Strange brain look basic MCs on the dinner menu and I ain't ate sh** Who's the entree? I'm a giant like Andre You just an appetizer, weak rapper in harm's way These elite rhymes, prayers and peace signs Staring at the air, fled the joint, hope the beast died Icy a** road, no brakes let the Jeep slide Playing hide and seek with my sleep [?] Popular, hook philosopher since knee high Ironic, I really ran with the wolves at G high You ain't hearing me, higher power preparing me To have a higher power in rap for transparency I'm clear to you, I'm here with you High and in the cloud, I should put it in the air for you All my rap friends went crazy I'm the last one left All my street homies crazy I'm the last one right (Last ones, left right) (Last ones, left right) All my rap friends went crazy I'm the last one left All my street homies crazy I'm the last one right (Last ones, left right) (Last ones, left right) (Last ones) Paint it like I'm JJ, for real I'm not for play play If I work then I get paid, they whip them slaves like the nae nae I'm smashin' 'em if you askin' 'em what's happenin' and they say I'm original, you a re-run, Dwayne hey hey hey Do the rise got my squad information like what bae say I seen my brother you got to be more specific when you say bae A spark like a melee, feelings I don't placate Give a f** what Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney say say say f** the KKK, respect the family, me and you got a play date I'll send you to hell and Satan will be your playmate O-K-K, like Lil Scrappy but pay attention to what they say Sound like some old "catch me on payday" type n***as who like to get missin' Nah, pay what you want, but you ain't the homie, now you don't know me Hip-hop on my shoulders like the demons or the sheriff Or the stick you use for measurin', way too sick for medicine All my rap friends went crazy I'm the last one left All my street homies crazy I'm the last one right (Last ones, left right) (Last ones, left right) All my rap friends went crazy I'm the last one left All my street homies crazy I'm the last one right (Last ones, left right) (Last ones, left right) All my street homies crazy I'm the last one right Hatin' co*ks**ers hope I see the flash one night 'Bout peace but I'ma grab my mask tonight Man standin', I'ma be the last one right I rhyme wicked, I sit still, my mind vivid an*lyze the times and all of the signs with it Pump fake the snakes and the rats and the swine with 'em Smoke watch stars and go on the line with 'em, ghost Oh, that my words were written Oh, that they were inscribed in a book Oh, that with a pen and lead they were engraved in the rock forever Whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just Whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable If there is any excellence, if there is anything worth of praise Think about these things