Bmor - Last Real Lyrics

Okay
Im a little stuffy so, you know what I mean
Gimme a break
I like that
Yea, yea
Aye
Just like that, be right back
Here on out, got no slack
Got no time for errors
That these niggas put on tracks
Got no time for hero's
She just want me in her slacks
Already in the endzone
When they trynna intercept
Hatin' on me
They waitin' on me
They want me to fail, they know I'm the last real one
No thanks to you pilgrims
Blessings to ya children
Raise em wit that "real-ness"
Hatin' on me
They waitin' on me
They want me to fail, they know I'm the last real one
No thanks to you pilgrims
Blessings to ya children
Raise em wit that "real-ness" (real-ness)
How you know? (how you know?)(aye)
How you know
BMo?
No you don't (no you dont)
No you don't
Gee bro
Hunnid roll, uoeno?
On the row, up in smoke, had some coke
Jail cell, seen one a those?
No you ain't, you soft as pain (soft as paint)
Ain't gone make you wait
An it ain't gunna make me late
If you want some beef
I got that steak from outta state
She keep that pussy on a plate
An I eat it, never hesitate
Imma beat it, right up out the frame
She gone think I gone insane (gone insane?)
She want mo, she want mo
So once again I ask you, how you know BMo?
Hatin' on me
They waitin' on me
They want me to fail, they know I'm the last real one
No thanks to you pilgrims
Blessings to ya children
Raise em wit that "real-ness"
Hatin' on me
They waitin' on me
They want me to fail, they know I'm the last real one
No thanks to you pilgrims
Blessings to ya children
Raise em wit that "real-ness"
Haitin' on me
They waitin' on me
Hatin' on me
They waitin' on me
They want me to fail, they know I'm the last real one
No thanks to you pilgrims
Blessings to ya children
Raise em wit that "real-ness"
Hey
An I'm back like that
Told ya in da intro, be right back
Reverse it back and find the facts
Coulda been like this, could been like that
But I made it out
Despite they doubt
Trynna get back home
Had to find my route
Save tha clout, save the shade
Yeah he sharp, raza blade
Whatcha thought?, whatcha say?
Yeah I'm grindin', day to day
Either way, on the way
To the top, no delay
Andale, vamonos
They cant see my moves
I'm a ghost, don't approach
Stayin close
Imma boast, when I want
It's a toast, need a blunt
I 'ont drink, I 'ont stunt
But I'm sparkin up a skunk
Play it, play it for my dawgs, why I'm barkin' out the trunk
Play it, play it for my dawgs, why its barkin out the trunk