Paolo Silva - LAST MAN YOU'LL SEE Lyrics

You better have respect
I don't need nothing less
Ion care what a bitch gotta say or a hoe gotta say I just know I'm blessed
I know I'm not perfect
Or not always correct
But if you come at me sideways better ask god for a chance to resurrect
You gotta be put in check
Playing dirty now you in debt
Just try to be better don't want apologies know that I'm not gonna accept
My secrets better kept
My plan is in effect Ion care bout no one except for my family and ones that I gotta protect

Big body Benz I got confidence now you could pass me the mic and I'll slide on the beat
Better slow down he was running his mouth and we pulled up on him now he biting the street
Pull out the strap now you think that you hard but you pussy lil boy you don't carry the heat
Band after band to the waiter I'm dropping them hunnids whenever I go out to eat
Done with these hoes and they mans I call up my brother he goes and control alt deletes
These bitches they fake they trash they making up lies but never gon show the receipts
Playing your song that shit was trash I turned it off promise that you won't compete
You don't want smoke lil boy I promise that I'm gonna be the last man that you see

I promise that you'll be the last one
Got a couple bands up to your name your salary is what I just made in the last month
We hop in the beamers and vettes I don't wanna try it unless it's a fast one
I'm just getting started finally got used to this shit while you do your last one

Got your paycheck up to my fit, designer the coat and the shoes I'm dying with this
My brother he keep him a strap we going from country to country he flying with it
You don't got proof we caught you red handed no point of you even denying that shit
Hit up the plug he got me with shit on the low you know he supplying the brick
Got me a bag ima buy out the store I don't look at the prices I'm buying this shit
She spamming up calling my phone she won't get attention I'm never replying to shit
Everything calculated I don't listen to you or your friends just the timing of it
Get em evacuated I be flooding the room with my wrist while I'm flying through it
Five, 10, 15, 20 bands I'm running but it ain't enough
Flexing a couple of hundreds is funny to me cuz that's what ima put in my cup
Gotta put loyalty first I'm watching the game and I know that this shit get corrupt
Why you hating from inside the house while I'm picking up bitches inside of the club
Tryna press up on my brother but you the one shaking you know that we scary to see
I know that you saw me in public but didn't do nothing I thought we had beef
Gave him the consequences that he wanted we visiting him while they bury him deep
He's getting the life that he chose he lived by the gun and now he be laying six feet

This shit gon payoff
Man Paolo killed this shit