Last of the Plantation (feat. Fairow Tut)

Before your back would run, I'd take down bitches and swishers, and OG's and nuts, and I'd begin to hum matter of fact I laced a track for I-9 bands, then take it back, the light works lick my sack No stick talk, we don't need that, we need more gas, so I spit ether Sequins and rappers like Malcolm X, catchin Jungle Fever King Poetic, you heard the credit, thought of your own f*** and I said it I'm f***ing debit, all pockets spreaded, you saying I'm broken, never get it Ho-way, another no-send, you can eat high, strip and stay These hoes gon' break, I need no breaks, I have the life of what it takes To give you pussies earthquakes Yeah, motherf***er, cause double ace, is that my grace? I'm too authentic for my own race Cause there's massive amounts of fakes and snakes out for the cake

A motherfucker

Ah ha!

Yeah, you **** last in the plantation You **** last in the plantation You **** last in the plantation You **** last in the plantation You **** last in the plantation You **** last in a plantation, you **** last in a plantation

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You ugly look like Chewbacca I'm too busy eating fajitas with pepper lemon and lobster I'm a mobster, give me a car sir, I'll be your sponsor That milk the daughter, you can't top up, what's up? Mass forces rolling up, a blunt in the cup with big Chuck I heard they got a foe with Prada slippers, the lean slippers I'm back with yellow mixtures, half a mil just to see me sister Kick slurp, I feel it in the beat, it's not the game in the deep Life of the party, I just came for a good time I put that on the seat, you nerdy bitches ain't fuckin' with me

Motherfucker

I did it all, run me, run me my money, run me all my money too Secure the bag, we at it again And we all crazy and head in the streets Doing what we know to do You **** last in a plantation Ha ha, what's up fuckers Ha ha, what's up fuckers