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Last Night
Hip-Hop/Rap
Last Night was released on July 4, 2026 by Rach Society Music Group as a part of the album Last Night - Single
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Release DateJuly 4, 2026
LabelRach Society Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roderick D. Nelson
Roderick D. Nelson
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roderick D. Nelson
Roderick D. Nelson
Songwriter
Quincy C. Allen
Quincy C. Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Roderick D. Nelson
Roderick D. Nelson
Executive Producer
Quincy C. Allen
Quincy C. Allen
Producer
Carlos D Boykins
Carlos D Boykins
Producer

Lyrics

Woke up last night, a lot of mon yon in my sight
I got trust issues, but I gotta take this flight
When I was locked up, **** didn't even send kites
Cross me, then it's curtains, doin' wrong till I'm right
Don't need the Louie luggage, packin' lite ****, fuck it
Can't live without my fire but it's too big for me to tuck it
**** claim real when they really, really wasn't
I got dollar on top dollar, but I started out with nothin
I'm the same ****, I just got some change, ****
When them hunger pains hitcha, you start slangin' to get richer
Bought Tally and Twine, but I wanted me a Richard
If I gave **** the camera, they still won't get the picture
Ferragamo frames, I see what you sayin
Ran it up without a deal, they like, that lil' **** ain't playin
That lil' **** got bandz, that lil' **** got plans
That lil' **** been up ever since he left the can
You know how I does, it ain't no secret, it ain't no love
This rap shit too easy, sell it like some drugs
Move it by the dub, push it in the club
Loyalty is in my blood, I never ran off on the plug
Woke up last night, a lot of mon yon in my sight
I got trust issues, but I gotta take this flight
When I was locked up, **** didn't even send kites
Cross me, then it's curtains, doin' wrong till I'm right
Don't need the Louie luggage, packin' lite, ****, fuck it
Can't leave without my fire, but it's too big for me to tuck it
**** claim they real when they really, really wasn't
I got dollar on top dollar, but I started out with nothin
Went to sleep dreamin' 'bout millions, stacked up to the ceiling
Woke up, made a killin, in my trap house, drug dealin
They mad that I'm winnin, fuck them and they feelings
All I know is Memphis, might get back to pimpin
You know I'm that ****, momma couldn't make me no realer
When it come to skrilla, I'm a motherfuckin' stickler
Ain't nobody straight, never leave without my pistol
I got extra magazines, so you can get your issue
Ran numbers like Bumpy Johnson
Shot that fire like Tristan Thompson
Saw my ops, and started dumpin
That lil' shit you on ain't nothin
I grew up chasin' riches, not chasin' bitches
Ain't nothin' like when the fam can't make the visit
Yeah, we on it, cuz we own it
Forever Memphis' Most Wanted
And when the bankrolls don't fold
You can't help but flaunt it
We make this shit look good, don't it
Yeah, yeah what more can I say
Tomorrow begins today
You either grind hard or starve
But either way, you gotta get paid
Written by: Quincy C. Allen, Roderick D. Nelson
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