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The Last Song

GEE$

Hip-Hop/Rap

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The Last Song
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gerald K Sheppard
Gerald K Sheppard
Performer
Gerald White
Gerald White
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gerald K Sheppard
Gerald K Sheppard
Songwriter
Gerald White
Gerald White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Commonwealth Music Group
Commonwealth Music Group
Producer
Gerald White
Gerald White
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Yeah, uh) The past few years, shit been so real It's kinda hard for the God to laugh through tears I caught 4 felonies in 3 years, got locked up that first month of the new year I had to shed a few tears when I was sittin' in that jail Had dreams that I was home when I was sittin' in that cell On the road to riches but I'm livin' in this hell I wake up in the morning and I make another sale In this life you can't have something without taking risks I think about the hospital scene with just Ace and Mitch Duckin' rico's and charges, the G code we honor But none of it matter when you gotta persuade your honor Believe in karma, what goes around, comes right back, my nigga It's a marathon in due time, imma lap some niggas One of the best, period, if we talkin' raps my nigga, (yeah) When I got fronted that money came back to niggas No type writer, I am only spittin' facts to niggas The lil' kids love me, all the bitches and they mamas point and say, "thats that nigga" (Yeah) Forgive me, Lord, I know I didn't pass my last test I'm livin' in this world dealin' with mad stress But imma chase these dreams until my last breath Forgive me, Lord, I know I didn't pass my last test I'm livin' in this world dealin' with mad stress But imma chase these dreams until my last breath Couple years ago, I was fucked up mentally Rain pourin' from black clouds, none of it made sense to me Playin' on all Madden, had to increase the intensity I see the blitz comin', man, the Devil tryna injure me Time don't stop, wish I could rewind the clock Soon as LA came home, he lost his mom and his pops I love you, my nigga That shit stay on my mind a lot, forever loyal Same G as I climb to the top My grandma's favorite, used to get jealousy from my sister I treat my niece like she mine, I keep her smiling like Christmas She look up to my daughter, love her big cousin for real My two girls, over them, any mother fucker I'll kill Was trappin' outta TP Honda Civic She put money on my bail when they caught me slippin' She put money on my books and never missed a visit That's a real one, can't a soul tell me different I'm on a clearer mission makin' moves off pure ambition Paintin' pictures with words so you can hear the vision If you can't take the heat, then don't come near the kitchen You can't afford the keys, then don't come near the engine You listenin' to the realist, one of the last here AllAboutGee$, tryna touch money like cashiers Hopefully, this the last year that I'm sayin' hopefully So keep some hope for me while I plan to take this shit globally Forgive me, Lord, I know I didn't pass my last test I'm livin' in this world dealin' with mad stress But imma chase these dreams until my last breath Forgive me, Lord, I know I didn't pass my last test I'm livin' in this world dealin' with mad stress But imma chase these dreams until my last breath (Yeah) (Yeah) (Thanks For Nothing)
Writer(s): Elton John, Bernard J.p. Taupin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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