Last Stop

(album: Twenty Nine - 2020)

Still here, still in the same position, so you can say we still real
Autobiographical while my shit got the ill feel
Things get complicated when you climbing up that big hill
Make it to the top, but we gon' act like we been here
Two [?] deep
So fuck a list, I brought my bros here
Three blunts rolled, I face 'em all before I stroll in
Tic-tac-toe, knocking you niggas off the border
Taking control, I have to say it's quite rewarding

Right on time, I want it all, that, all my raw shine
Like lemon and pine, tenet glasses, avoid the crashes or stalling out
Take the cash, then we rolling out
Running routes like receivers
Retrieve it, see it, then take it down
Tunnel vision, if they ain't supplying their help
Well then, it's "fuck 'em, nigga"
I feel like a lion, I'm running, I'm fucking hungry, nigga
Stating facts, anything I lost, I bet I got it back
Doubled up, win again and run it back
Double-Dutch, niggas in and out until they falling back
All of that, bars is hitting harder than a battle-axe
Niggas bitch-made, they can't hang, they need a maxi-pad
Enough smoke to make you suffocate when we roll up

Still here, still in the same position, so you can say we still real
Autobiographical while my shit got the ill feel
Things get complicated when you climbing up that big hill
Make it to the top, but we gon' act like we been here
Two [?] deep
So fuck a list, I brought my bros here
Three blunts rolled, I face 'em all before I stroll in
Tic-tac-toe, knocking you niggas off the border
Taking control, I have to say it's quite rewarding

The real is revived
Survive and thrive through complications of these difficult times
Where pivotal minds, yeah, such as mine, we can give sight to the blind
Riveting lies disguised as truths, a powder-keg in disguise
A pound of proof, but you're selective, what is seen by the eyes
Omnipotent, all-knowing beings, we descendants of Gods
The underdog that's in the fight and fought and beat all the odds
Maneuvering through all this pollution, tryna to get through the smog
Delivering audio solutions with no convolution
Yeah

Still here, still in the same position, so you can say we still real
Autobiographical while my shit got the ill feel
Things get complicated when you climbing up that big hill
Make it to the top, but we gon' act like we been here
Two [?] deep
So fuck a list, I brought my bros here
Three blunts rolled, I face 'em all before I stroll in
Tic-tac-toe, knocking you niggas off the border
Taking control, I have to say it's quite rewarding