Lyrics K.A.A.N. – Last Stop
Text:
Still here, still in the same position, so you can say we still real
Autobiographical while my shit got the ill feel
Things get complicated when you climbin’ up that big hill
Make it to the top, but we gon’ act like we been here
deep
So fuck a list, I brought my bros here
Three blunts rolled, I face ’em all before I stroll in
Tic-tac-toe, knockin’ you niggas off the border
Takin’ control, I have to say it’s quite rewardin’
Right on time, I want it all, that, all my raw shine
Like lemon and pine, tenet glasses, avoid the crashes or stallin’ out
Take the cash, then we rollin’ out
Runnin’ routes like receivers
Retrieve it, see it, then take it down
Tunnel vision, if they ain’t supplyin’ their help
Well then, it’s «fuck ’em, nigga»
I feel like a lion, I’m runnin’, I’m fuckin’ hungry, nigga
Statin’ facts, anything I lost, I bet I got it back
Doubled up, win again and run it back
Double-Dutch, niggas in and out until they fallin’ back
All of that, bars is hittin’ harder than a battle-axe
Niggas bitch-made, they can’t hang, they need a maxi-pad
Enough smoke to make you suffocate when we roll up
Still here, still in the same position, so you can say we still real
Autobiographical while my shit got the ill feel
Things get complicated when you climbin’ up that big hill
Make it to the top, but we gon’ act like we been here
Two ?
deep
Three blunts rolled, I face ’em all before I stroll in
Tic-tac-toe, knockin’ you niggas off the border
Takin’ control, I have to say it’s quite rewardin’
The real is revived
Survive and thrive through complications of these difficult times
Where pivotal minds, yeah, such as mine, we can give sight to the blind
Rivetin’ lies disguised as truths, a powder-keg in disguise
A pound of proof, but you’re selective, what is seen by the eyes
Omnipotent, all-knowin’ beings, we descendants of Gods
The underdog that’s in the fight and fought and beat all the odds
Maneuverin’ through all this pollution, tryna to get through the smog
Deliverin’ audio solutions with no convolution
Yeah
Still here, still in the same position, so you can say we still real
Autobiographical while my shit got the ill feel
Things get complicated when you climbin’ up that big hill
Make it to the top, but we gon’ act like we been here
Two ?
deep
So fuck a list, I brought my bros here
Three blunts rolled, I face ’em all before I stroll in
Tic-tac-toe, knockin’ you niggas off the border
Takin’ control, I have to say it’s quite rewardin’
