Down On Your Last Lyrics

What the boys

What the boys

Yo, this beat actually really hard

Have you ever been down on your last nigga

Three day notice on the door and the rent due

Saw you working overtime just to get through

But that shit not adding up like what the fuck to do

Should I hop back in the streets or hop back in the field

Cause that nine to five shit still don't pay the bills

Got me smoking, got me drinking, got me popping pills

Got me pacing back and forth thinking bout a meal

On a mission for some chicken, tryna come up

I been down a couple years, it's time to come up

Fuck them niggas and them bitches, time to stack up

Put your focus on the grind so you can come up

I been going through some things, feeling stressed lately

I'm not searching for no love so bitch come and pay me

But I been fucking on these hoes tryna have a baby

So I can see another side that wasn't as shady

I been losing all my family nigga on the daily

Got me loading up this chop, got me thinking crazy

Got me spending on eight block beating up that pavement

Tryna offer nigga top for killing my baby

Free them niggas locked down and stuck in them cells

Still fighting all them cases but can't get a bill

Commissary on they books, letters through the mail

Staying ten toes down, not tucking they tail

When you dead or locked up, they forget about you

Niggas fucking on your bitches, speaking bad about you

They don't look out for your kids but they say they got you

Same nigga call you brother, same nigga a poppy

I done seen old friends that turn into fiends

Niggas tryna take your soul for chasing your dreams

They'll shoot you in your head like Martin Luther King

That's why I can't trust these niggas, what the fuck you mean

Niggas killing over clout, what that shit about

Niggas dying over bitches for running they mouth

What happened to the real niggas, man this shit a drought

Shout out to them real niggas that have made it out