Last Ones Left lyrics

[Intro: Trigga500k]
(OG Drum)
Ayy, when it's time to eat, I fix my own plates

[Chorus: Trigga500k]
Uh, uh
I ain't have to shake no hand that I ain't wanna shake
I ain't have to ride no di*k, ain't have to smile in no f*ck n*gga face
When it's time to eat, I fix my own plates
I ain't finna fall behind no n*gga, but 'fore I do, I find my own way

[Verse 1: Trigga500k]
Hey, ain't no picture perfect, but I'm worth it
I got scars in my back, see, you'll think I went through surgery
Done been stabbed so many times, I don't even think a knife can hurt me
Before I ever take the stand, point at my man, come in and perjure him, uh
How the f*ck I'm 'posed to trust? I better trust myself
They claimin' real, but that's a lie, it ain't too many left
Finally thankful and grateful
Ayy, I done found another way to put that food on the table
I been stayin' out the way, sh*t gettin' major (sh*t gettin' major)
Thankin' the Lord that He saved us, lil' bro just got off his papers
No more hard days, I ain't gotta push up on no plays
Never the type to wear no cape, but it's safe to say I saved the day, uh
I'm feelin' good, life's great
I ain't never need no deal, but a deal money gon' help me get you n*ggas up out the way
Never thought I'd see the sun, I got so used to rain
Really right, so I'm leavin' out the same way I came
Tell 'em crackers free the guys, you know we outside
Uh, ain't goin' back for no n*gga, nah, shots fired
And if that n*gga ever told, then he not mine
I'm ten toes in the streets like the stop sign
[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
It's been a minute since that Glock 9
All these lames, they think I'm rock climbin'
f*ck shinin', blood diamonds, chill, n*gga
Even though he lost his appeal, I'm still with him
Uh, that boy finally made it back home, look at that smile
Soon as the jet land, b*tch, it's goin' down
Palm State League, what's up? Tell 'em I'm good
Gotta make it back to the hood
Ayy, I wish a n*gga would run up with the pay
Future lookin' bright, still ridin' 'round with a Drac'
Sippin' on the pint, trunk full of 'bows
Pushin' up every time, playin' n*ggas like hoes
Remember when l was gone, how many letters did I get?
'Member when I was broke, how many calls from a b*tch?
Seein' my dog switch really hurt me
Gotta keep pushin' on it, this a thirteen
If steppin' was a sport, n*gga, then I'm first team
Fresh up off the porch, we was tryna bend somethin'
I wish gems on you, dog 'til you get somethin'

[Chorus: Trigga500k]
Uh, uh
I ain't have to shake no hand that I ain't wanna shake
I ain't have to ride no di*k, ain't have to smile in no f*ck n*gga face
When it's time to eat, I fix my own plates
I ain't finna fall behind no n*gga, but 'fore I do, I find my own way