Last of a Dying Breed Lyrics

I don't need a nigga for shit, only thing I need is my blixk

Them young niggas on go, they ready to spin the bend again

One man army, I don't need no motherfuckin' friends

The only thing that I'm scared of is the raid van

Wrap that shit tight, make sure the smell don't get through

I don't trust none of these hoes, all these hoes ran through

You put yo trust in that bitch, ooh, boy, I'm scared of you

Can't be captain save a hoe man that shit really through

Get the money right, then you worry about the fuckin' hoes

You can't be stackin' if you always spendin' all the pros

Took a step back, now I'm back, yeah, bitch, it's on

48205, bitch, I really grew up in the zone

Put my phone on DND this bitch keep blowin' up my phone

If it ain't about the money, don't even call my fuckin' phone

When you talkin' to a real nigga, bitch, watch yo tone

You need a full tank of gas to even come out to my home

You niggas loose, you need to tighten up

This shit gettin' real, plus the price goin' up

Once that track hit your block, you better fuckin' duck

I took the money that I made and I triple up

I did this shit off the muscle, I don't need luck

Got the bitch on her knees, told her, speed up

You niggas goin' broke, yo pockets screamin', feed us

I'm a ball for the times when they ain't believin' us

Last ever dyin' breed, I ain't never sell my soul

Wish there was more niggas like me who really stand 10 toes

But these niggas ain't real, to be honest, they really fake

Talkin' down behind your back, but they smilin' in your face