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letra de last supper - george getson

[verse 1]

this for my n-ggas thats whippin’ that pot wit da fork every night/
we kno it ain’t right but we trappin’ to pay for the heat and the light/
no gas on the stove and your baby need milk but can’t warm up da bottle/
the devil in front of me, but i know god got my back so i do what i got to/
i rather have nothing to lose than risk losin’ it all/
its lonely and quiet when you at the top but who gonna catch you when you fall?/
over 100 contacts in my phone don’t check on me at all/
they only be hittin’ me up when they want somethin’ so i don’t answer their call/
the last n-gga they ever think about
but i been puttin’ them first/
can’t be the nice guy all the time cause’ that sh-t is a gift and a curse/
only got time to look out for myself so these b-tch n-ggas callin’ me phoney/
they thinkin i’m quiet, they i dnt talk cause’ they thinkin they know me/
hate what they don’t understand, now i’m workin wit’ some of your favorite rappers/
never show me no love now they liking my picture and liking my status/
been workin’ all day and all night everyday so i been losin’ sleep/
the same n-ggas that i was hungry wit’ at the table now we all gonna eat/

[hook]

money cash hoes, money cash hoes they come and go but what you do it for?/
you know you doin’ somethin’ right when your enemy used to be ya bro/
more money more problems, can’t win for losin’/
now i feel like jordan, middle finger to da bullsh-t/

(f-ck b-tches, get money, f-ck n-ggas, get money) 4x

[verse 2]

this for them n-ggas thats not countin’ money but countin’ their followers/
poppin’ sh-t on his wall, they got no twitter page but my n-ggas will follow ya’/
this for them n-ggas that got on versace and flexin’/
ballin’ out on ya’ mother account now you makin’ it rain in perfections/
facts over fiction, real rap over gimmicks, this more than a song/
these n-ggas ain’t rebels they hypocrites all of their morals are gone/
they wanna be wayne, they wanna be drake and they wanna be cole/
they wanna be ye’ and they wana be jay so they sellin’ their souls/
you be on that typical sh-t, you rap n-ggas boring and sh-t/
worklife i’m livin’ this sh-t, more than metaphorical sh-t/
talkin’ bout maybachs, d-mn near got a place to lay at/
you k!llin’ yourself, be real wit’ yourself or the bottom where you gonna stay at/
money talk, broke n-gga shut da f-ck up while i’m countin’/
packin’ bands in my fendi bag, you would think i get allowance/
been workin all day and all night everyday so i been losin’ sleep/
the same n-ggas that i was hungry wit’ at the table now we all gonna eat/

[hook]

- george getson

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