Meek Mill - Last Breath Lyrics
Nigga, long as you livin' how you wanna liveNiggas gon' talk about youAnd that's completely fine with me (Believe that, nigga)Niggas only salute niggas that's dead, and niggas in prison (Living legends)I wanna ball though[Hook - Rick Ross]I'm ballin' til my very last breathI'm ballin' til my very last breathJust bought me a yacht, Waikiki or notStill sippin' that syrup, might front you a blockI'm ballin' til my very last breathI'm ballin' til my very last breathJust bought me a Benz, just bought me a RollsI pay for that *****, I go shopping for hoes[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]I got a house on my neck, my Panamera my petWe bought ringside seats, and got a brick I can petMoney, power respect, I took your ***** with finesseChickens jumping like checkers, but this game is chessWhat's at stake is your freedom, niggas paying the priceWhen the judge drop the mallet, all he said was lifeNigga damn near fainted, barely stare at your wifeBrother took all your clothes, whip, sneakers, and iceGot me holding my nuts, while I'm rolling the dice760 new Beamer, got me rolling in whiteVery few that you trust, better keep in your sightThinking I'm doing wrong, when these niggas ain't right[Hook][Verse 2 - Meek Mill]I just scooped me a BMAnd bought me a RollsWhen I pulled up on niggas, I swear they thought I was HovAll my mixtapes platinum, niggas thought I was goldI heard them suckas was hatin', I'm *****ing all of they hoesSo I don't blame 'em, no I don't knock 'emBut if they play my dogs, we slay 'em, I'm talkin' pop 'emWant some attention, hall-of-fame 'em, they talkin' bout usActing like *****es 'til we spray 'em, get the coffin out yaWe all about it, ahhhhhI'm ballin' till my very last breathI hustle like I'm on my last check !!And I ain't even in my bag yetI wake up in the morning, where the cash at, GO![Hook][Verse 3 - Rick Ross]All I see is this money, never hate with your niggasBetter pray to your maker, before you war with the sinnerAsk forgiveness for mine, so I know that I'm goodAll them niggas we robbed, trips T man tookTalkin' panhandle pimpin, niggas Chevy was lemonNigga dressing in linen, bases loaded first inningTaking over the checks, relocating the tenantsPulling open your vest, motivation is spinachI gotta handle my business, I pay my mortgages firstWhen you cross a super-soaker I bet your water get burstAin't no love on this side, just jealous niggas who rideUntil the day that you die, just hold your head to the sky[Verse 4 - Birdman]Ballin' till my last breathUptown, flashy life with my Smith & WessHallways, choppa boys everydaySpend your bank full of hundred B's in your faceMy lil nephew was a born killaReal nigga on the field, killa kill nigga'Til I showed him how to cook a birdKilla nigga nigga only if I finna workMatches up in every townPuttin' it down, hold it down for my *****in' roundsAll day gunplay, everyday rocked out nigga in every way[Hook]
