Lyrics D Smoke – Last Supper
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Keep it one hundred, I be feelin’ like who? Who? Nobody (Nobody)
These niggas finally understand
When I land, I’m the man, fuck you thought this was?
Nigga from Japan to the land, suckers know what’s up, nigga
Every kid need a hero, I’m trynna be uncle Stan Lee
RIP, all I see is concrete
Burned rubber, glass scattered on the concrete
I heard lover lives matter so when hearts leak
Blood drippin’ live patterns
So my ink write in red when it splatter
Don’t flatter me, nigga
Save your compliments
Already know that my flow is bomb as shit
We can toast to our old accomplishments
But I’d rather coast, move forward and talk my shit
They told me
Eat, Smoke, take your time, it’s a long dinner
Eat, Smoke, take your time, it’s a long dinner
Eat, Smoke, take your time, it’s a long dinner
It’s one queen and a few brothers, the last supper
Keep it one hundred, I be feeling like
Campbell’s Soup over white rice
Baked chicken with the skin on
Lawry’s with black pepper, I’m fully seasoned
With half the effort, ask my nigga Mash, boy, I been on
I’m a pit’ with a bunch of labs in the kennel
Papa Sticks used to pour it back ’til he went on
Drop a fifth and reach in the bag
A nigga pull out a sack to relax and pass the blunt like communion
Don’t be the nigga lookin’ at your homeboy like, «How could you do this?»
Smile in your face, then as soon as you walk away, wishin’ you ruined
Now you lookin’ foolish, but still you say
Eat, Smoke, take your time, it’s a long dinner
Eat, Smoke, take your time, it’s a long dinner
Eat, Smoke, take your time, it’s a long dinner
Eat, Smoke, take your time, it’s a long dinner
Eat, Smoke, take your time, it’s a long dinner
Eat, Smoke, take your time, it’s a long dinner
Eat, Smoke, take your time, it’s a long dinner
Eat, Smoke, take your time, it’s a long, yeah