Last Day - Joe Budden feat Juicy J, Lloyd Banks

[Verse 1:]
Look, look - these n_ggas lied to me way back
Said this is where my buck stop
Ride, ride by in that fly sh_t
These n_ggas still at that bus stop
You won't ever see these jeans sag
You'd think so, with this tough glock
And any n_gga wanna go bar-for-bar
Know I'm always with that club hop
This your sh_t, y'all don't know sh_t
Them hoes you with is just average
This four spittin' that whole clip and my alibi is my bad b_tch
So don't be the first to get it
My life is like a movie and your b_tch deserve the credit
I just stood there and directed
She just did what I expected
Doin' me but you do me too
I'll be me, my n_gga, you be you
I guess that men can be groupies too
Recognize a winner - live like a born sinner
Catered dinners, finna have a pool party in the winter
Finna skinny dip, b_tch, f_ck them drawers
Her brains are killer and I love her more
Since my head got a price on it
She come through and just s_ck it off
So if you scared, get a weapon
Everyday a n_gga live he's prepared for Armageddon

When they call me to them gates and they ask me how I lived
I feel I ain't have a choice like my stomach's to my ribs
N_ggas wanted me dead, I kept hammers in the crib
But nah, I don't regret a f_ckin' thing I ever did
So I spend like it's my last day
Club like it's my last day
Ride like it's my last day
Fry like it's my last day
F_ck like it's my last day
F_ck boys wanna blast me
This might be your last day
But it won't be my last day

[Verse 2:]
Mottos by my side
Shooters on my team
Choppers with the beam
Countin' up some green
Blowin' on a blue dream
My life is like a movie and your b_tch just made a scene
Me and your b_tch just made a scene
Wake up and I smoke somethin'
After that, I poke somethin'
Bet she bad with a fat ass
Beat it up like she stole somethin'
F_ck two times then I roll somethin'
Can't no n_gga do it like me
All my chains is icy
All my clothes is pricy
In Louis Vuittons, no Nikes
I'm Nino Brown, you Ice T
Snitchin' equals dead bodies
Snitchin' equals dead bodies
N_gga caught a death wish, think he caught me slippin'
I don't play that bull, boy
I shoot like Scotty Pippen


[Verse 3:]
I'm dressed up with my sport keys
My Rollie, bands, love short sleeves
Wanted man when I toss seeds
All my b_tches crossbreeds
These big faces talk Gs
I lace my H's, walk free
I'm V-Sixin' in V-Twelves
Ninety-three is my horse fee
Life's a b_tch I figured I'd bone
Smoke this weed while I get a little dome
Black star when it's all said and done
Gotta put my name in the middle of the road
Open boxes, a pair a day
Mine don't come in pearl yet
Got a party out in the UK
I'm a hit them hoes with my Euro step
Insomniac, gotta live my life
Where's the pie? Gotta get my slice
I hommie sh_t, where's the body bag?
Kiss my Maserati ass
Two thick queens in a king's suite
Gettin' energized off thin sleet
I let all my AKAs hit
They thought I was ten deep
Miss waitin' on me get a hundred dollar tip
Pray to God, heard my number and I hit
Choose me, girl, make 'em come in for the chip
When you doin' good all the summers go quick
Trust nobody, got thunder on the hip
Shotty in the crib, don't start no sh_t
Bad chick, ass and her stomach don't fit
Know your lane, don't come with no lip


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