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letra de the last tree - hush mob

[hook]
man-
worst comes to worst, my people’s come first
dilated people’s so we gotta put in work
it’s the last tree, the gift and the curse

[verse 1]
watch me k!ll em, i’ma villain
a million kids rapping, but they lacking what it takes
ripping off the greats, rest in peace to all the fakes
you ain’t jay, you ain’t nas, you ain’t pac. you afraid
to step up to the mic, you just focus on your image
you just limit any sk!ll, leave it to the real
bunch of b-tches at my school, acting like they cool
cuz the music they be bumping, out there fronting, oh my god
tumble, dive, cross the border why is mary jane illegal?
spider-man saves lives, cigarettes k!ll people
what’s the root of all evil?
money in disguise, what it does to all the people
tryna keep you from the truth, while the youth without a clue
yo it’s h-ll to go to school, where they don’t know poverty
cause they have it watered down, never taught em properly
and they still wanna b-tch with that animosity
rap music got yall fronting
running off the sound like you in the streets bugging
you ain’t nothing in my eyes, so u better realize
all you phonies in disguise, better pump your f-cking brakes
this the illest mother f-cka with no doubt, no debate
d-mn i’m like a broken record, (x3)
i ain’t f-cking with these fakes, ask davon
word is bond, i’m just headed for the greats
bringing all the homies wit me, tryna cop my own estate
why the government lying, why we buying all they sh-t?
why they only feed the rich?. something we never admit
so i’m hating on my generation, no excuses, we just clueless
going stupid, having fun – low lives wit no rights
ones who wanna fight, maybe k!ll when it gets heated
we just see this by the hundreds
some people can’t walk while you tripping over dumb sh-t
for any hope to change the status, quo, that’s a joke
teens hanging by the rope
if the children are the future than we screwed up on the real
but it ain’t a big deal, cause we chilling, no feelings
yo the life of poverty got em praying for the digits
just to win the lottery

[hook]
man..
worst comes to worst, my people’s come first
dilated people’s so we gotta put in work
it’s the last tree, the gift and the curse

[verse 2]
d-mn there’s people who don’t eat, but we waste food everyday
we just throw it all away. dogg that’s 7 years stressing
never ignorant when i rap, homie there’s enough of that
all yall fools sneak dissing, wishing that i’ll never blow up
yo, it’s 2014, are my dreams still alive?
cause the music scene changed. what’s a mc? now they do it for the fame
can somebody play a drumbeat? listen to your tracks
all you rappers sound like lunch meat
cause when worst comes to worst, i will sn-tch a purse
coming from the dirt, h-lla irk me you a b-tch
rappers claiming that they real, but they sell out so quick
for the money and a deal – my favorite rapper smokes weed
call me: reed richard, mr. fantastic, the rap addict
with the most static, got em shock with the sk!ll
the next big daddy kane, show em how to get a deal
ain’t no image or facade, only visions, living, god given
oh lord have mercy, man, these b-tches ain’t worthy
but they sure be on my d-ck
you don’t want it wit the boy, the real f-cking mccoy
man they acting so hard, but they soft like chips ahoy
cuz my flow is, not that braggadocios
man i like the way y’all spit, oh so irrelevant
but i’m so definite, with the 5 elements – the last tree

[outro]

- hush mob

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