Tha Last Man Standin’ lyrics

[Verse 1: ]
Bottom all the way to the top
And it seems like a struggle but I had to get out, no doubt
Bout my paper so I had to mash, 150 on my dash
So you know I'm rolling fast, all about my cash
Ain't no time to play, put it in perspective
Time for ho checking, b*tch made n*gga wrecking
What, uh, with that talking down sh*t
But don't know sh*t, but all up on my di*k?
Miss me with that sideways sh*t, I'm on a mission
Pay attention, watch the news, got my shoes, pay your own dues
And pick your own fools to ride wit, get high wit
That do or die sh*t, that no lie sh*t
We multiply chips and gain fat grips, but I tell you
If yo eyes ain't open, they'll get ya, if I catch em I smoke em
Uh, if I catch em I smoke em, uh, if I catch em I smoke em

[Hook]
I kept my mind on my paper - yeah, I stayed on my grind
While the haters and the hoes - yeah, they all talked down
All the way to the top is the way it gotta be
It's the Mister in the place, so what do you see?
I kept my mind on my paper - yeah, I stayed on my grind
While the haters and the hoes - yeah, they all talked down
All the way to the top is the way it gotta be
It's the Mister in the place, so what do you see?
[Verse 2: ]
Pulling up on the corner, jumping out my Benz
Holler at that boy Tony and a couple more friends
Conversating about Benjamin's and n*ggas who owed us ends
Pulled Tony to the side, asked him if he wanted to make quick wins
A couple of chickens, Tony was game
And I ain't seen that boy to this very day
I'm rolling with my nine, on sight it's going down
Blasting for my green, putting it all on the line
I couldn't believe it, good guy gone bad
But when I catch that cat, he wish he never had
The streets be bumping bout situations, bout taking care of my business
Hell na cause, I ain't bullsh*tting, that n*gga's gonna get it

[Hook]
I kept my mind on my paper - yeah, I stayed on my grind
While the haters and the hoes - yeah, they all talked down
All the way to the top is the way it gotta be
It's the Mister in the place, so what do you see?

[Verse 3: ]
Players get gangsta too (that's right)
Jumpin out my gators into my stomping boots
To make a n*gga feel it if it's like that
Cause knuckling up ain't a thang with Mr. Fat Pat
But ain't about no bullsh*t, I'm about my mail
Stack my ends, floss my Benz, aid my clientele
That he say she say - a bunch of bullsh*t
Just mad cause a n*gga f*cking his b*tch and trying to get rich
And what about the snitch, that boy ain't saying nothing
Put his body in a body-bag and burnt off on my buttons
Came strutting through the lobby, I seen that boy Tony
The Lord only know that I had my pistol on me
Do or die situations, hesitation will get me killed
And I knew that Tony had his pistol up in here
Gunshots rang out and I'm the last man standing
Mr. Fat Pat standing strong busting him with his god damn cannon
[Hook]
I kept my mind on my paper - yeah, I stayed on my grind
While the haters and the hoes - yeah, they all talked down
All the way to the top is the way it gotta be
It's the Mister in the place, so what do you see?