The Last Supper Lyrics

Told my lor nephew hold his head up

Let his chain hang

My mind stuck on the profits

I ain't out here tryna maintain

We all seen some shit

It's really hard to play the pain game

Friends a turn to Judas

Jesus

Watch you while you hang mane

I called a meeting with stress

He dropped the pin

I showed up wearing a vest

Answered a call from anxiety I know she proud of me

I ain't been reading her texts

My soul a compass inside of me

Keep on rerouting me

Taking me through different tests

Can't never trip I might fall

I just wanna ball

You can find me with the best

Take care my dogs

Remember big cuzzo was gone

They took him off to the vet

Kept my composure

Through situations wasn't supposed to

I know that I fit what I rep

The shit that's in my chest I'm holding

I might hawk it and spit it

I feel they jealousy start growing

It get dark and acidic

They poverty stricken

It ain't no choice you gotta be with it

A prophet he gifted

But he ain't seen the signs in a minute

A prodigy written

Mobb deep

Rhyming the swiftest

I gotta get vicious

I been holding back bars that's the richest

Lor boy

You gon grow up fast this ain't no Peter Pan

Force close

They might just control alt and delete a man

The jakes treat us like we the pigs

The way they quick to just smoke em

I'm not even joking

They might just start a war they keep poking

Don't shoot the messenger

That's history repeating and rolling

You know we controlling

All these dollar signs that I'm growing

Money trees got evil roots

But that's just all I been knowing

Gotta get what's mine before they catch me caught in the moment