Last Breath - GQ

Maybe a needle and some thread could help me out

I’m trying to mend this

Stringing me along, feeling like a violinist

Why they wasting, valuable time looking for gossip

Guess it’s dear to them like a picture in your wallet

Life working on me

Trying to raise to a better day

Convos are interviews and every song’s a resume

Huh

She say I got something in me that I don’t see

I tell her girl stop bullshitting, cause I don’t be

Why worry?

I’m covered just like a Raiders eye

I’m doing right and all them others do is plagiarize

Mind blown meditating, bomb threats

Trying to figure out how I’m gonna pay the rent

While coming up with concepts

Now I make my mom stress trying to grow up

Try and tell her, everyday the sun ain’t gonna show up

But know what?

Your baby good

Not even bothered by it

A soft spoken nigga from a city not as quiet

All said and done with, I’m trying to walk a path

When I leave I can leave my seeds something to run with

I know it’s gonna hurt the people dear to me

But you know I’d rather see you smile than to see you drop a tear for me

Eventually the pain fades and the scars stay

Just to remind you that you made it from a long way

From kickball to playing freeze tag

To seeing little kids fall in life without having their knees scab

I’m just trying to be comfortable as a bean bag

Avoiding dog niggas and bitches like I’m a flea bath

I’m on the rise so anticipating fall outs

City cold, had to get away so I could thaw out

A blessing like a foul ball, trying to catch one

Everybody following trends, nobody set none

You not hungry until you appreciate a breadcrumb

I’m loving life till my death come

Now I make my mom stretch trying to grow up

Try and tell her everyday the sun ain’t gonna show up

But know what?

Your baby good

Not even bothered by it

A soft spoken nigga from a city not as quiet

I got memories in my rearview

If time flies put a wing in my watch see what a year do

I know they see something in me you only see in a few

I speak life, they overhype what they don’t even do

What I strive for

Is that a figment of my imagination that got me thinking like my eyes low

Or not thinking at all just more grammer, young and black

Love the fact they on me like store cameras

Me and Petty talked about, see i explained to him

All these niggas shoot for stars, me, I aim through them

Came a long way from running suicides to making sure these lines touch a heart

Or two, walking through where most niggas don’t find much

Shit that pull them back just get accustomed to the customs

Don’t fall for that

All of that is me still readjusting

I’ve seen my share of coffins though it’s not something I’m glad to boast

Few niggas is doing time all the other half are ghosts

Can’t believe Adam gone, potential man, he had the most

Tried to pull him to safety but he just couldn’t grab the rope

Apple full of poison took a bite without an antidote

Cold as fuck, barely had enough time to grab a coat

I’m playing hard like Manigault for a bag a coke

A good nigga just happened to take a bad approach

Devil on my shoulder laughing at me while he cracking jokes

Angel on the other shoulder saying «he just mad you close»

Nigga haha Yeah

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