Last Song lyrics

One more song..
One more blunt..

Damn, I really need to charge my phone
Probably need to be on my way home..
f*ck it, turn the beat up
I'm gon' fire this blunt up
And I'm gon' put my heart in this song..

[Verse 1]

Big homie got shot, I lost my mind
One of the first times in a long time I was off my grind
Lil homie got killed, and I never got over it
I never was sober since, and I was totin' it
Back to '06, n*ggas beefin' 'bout old sh*t
Hoe sh*t, I don't know sh*t
Fast forward to 07, riding with known felons
Grindin', coke sellin', be quiet, no tellin'
Late night hotellin', X-pill wholesellin'
Beef sh*t came first, record deal came second
Missed one flight then I damn near got killed
Wonder how I feel, eyes ain't dried still
n*ggas still look at me like I ain't out here
But f*ck how y'all feel, 'cause that ain't my reel
I don't hide behind nothing, just me, I'm all I got
Just me and all these shots
All they wanna know is when I'm gonna drop
All you need to know is I'm not gonna stop
[Verse 2]

n*ggas hoes and I ain't forgot
But I ain't aiming at y'all, I'ma aim for the top
Look I ain't finna fall and I ain't finna stop
I ain't chasing the broads, I'm chasing the gwap
I celebrate for my dogs, 'cause I came from the block
They on lock, they can't give much, so they give props
And we show love 'cause we straight thugs
Young n*ggas balancing out three, four plugs
Ya hear me? X-Pill, weed, or the D
I mean, if it's got to be done, then leave it to me
I mean, had a connect out of state, beef up the street
n*ggas pistol play and see if I squeeze (pow)
Don't get carried away
I mean, you run up on me, you get carried away
I ain't embarrassed to say
Cashville, I'm there everyday with a K
Who want it with me?