Last Supper (feat. Niko G4)

You know I gotta drop something We in here I've been making plays for a minute, ladies know it's me Since my jeans had a crease, I ain't never had a lease Legend in these streets for the way that I can ride a beat Then get inside a freak, grindin cuz I'm tryna eat Painting of the last feast, bags full of centuries Niggas can't bring up LA and don't mention me We was having baggies, sixth grade in the ziploc Listening to hip hop, my room like a gift shop These girls wanna lip lock, shе tryna get a wrist watch Only fly nonstop, Dodgers or the Whitе Sox Yankees better thank me while I'm here, give me flowers Beats I devour, come fuck me in the shower I'm the muthafucka with the money and the power Get paid by the hour, ya mans looking sour Uh, my main thang was to be major paid The game sharper than a muthafuckin' razor blade They say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies One nigga get jealous and muthafuckas die Depend on me like the first and fifteenth They might hold me for a second but these punks won't get me We got mo' niggas with Impalas and big cash Screaming OPM every time we pass Screaming OPM every time we pass These niggas down bad, all my dawgs count cash City view from the crib out the stainless glass These niggas taking shortcuts and still try to brag This bitch threw me the pussy, but I had to pass Focused on the bigger picture, and the bigger bag When you happy wit' yo life that make these haters mad Remember days we was tripping and we double back RIP [Sy Mack?], wish I could get him back When they mention Mid City, they better scream G4 Do your research nigga yea we been on Pico Bitch I'm really cut from it, nah this ain't a ego Stomp a nigga in Diors, that's my nigga Cinco Stone Island on my waist, smoking Zaza for the taste Motivated in my mental with a heart full of faith I'm tryna tell my youngins that life is not a race And you can make it through when you figure out your pace When you figure out your pace