ONO KingTez - Last Dance

Last time was love shots, mm-mm, mm-mm
Last time it was love shots
Last time it was love shots
This time we gon' go get the bag cause the plug dropped
Know a couple Crips, that got red opps
See all of my brothers, as Kings, I don't bang blocks
Try me, them bullets shells falling like raindrops
Start paying the play, they can't hang now
Isolation
It's the sons of Jacob, why these niggas hate
Tryna see my God bodies rise because I'm tired of waiting
Zaza in my wood, yeah, you know that I'm still facing
Chosen so they gave it up, so I got this for the taken
Rubik's cube up in my mind,
We tryna make it out the matrix
Concluded hustles on the grind, I pray to Yah that we gon' make it
I think Eve lost track of the time, it's still lord willing she gon' make it
Shit
Time to stand on business nigga, and it been like that before I jumped off the porch
Chilling with Judah, but I'm from the north
If you know, then you know, big bro passing the torch
And we shaking this shit down, when Babylon fall
Don't , look at me, dummy, haha
I'm stomping with all of my brothers, get right or get left
I won't ask if you coming, they tryna dim my light, but can't fuck up the function
Only fear God, I ain't running from nothing
I see what you want, you want that Joe Budden
Yeah, fine line that you ain't gon' cross
I can see in your soul that you know that you lost
Chose distance from all of the brothers that crossed
Back then when I was six, they still called me a boss
Sixteen was the hulk on my team, knock your head off
Every time that I hopped in the field, never played soft
Nigga, the fucked
Don't put on no cleats, you ain't ready
Sliding with Vorhees, he just caught a Freddy
Niggas be tripping and popping them M&Ms
Then throwing up mama spaghetti
Applying the pressure, we coming in heavy
Shining a light to reveal, resurrected the dead
Damn, like, what he saying
Back from the dead, they think that nigga playing
Back to remembrance, yes, I've been praying
Because I wanna go back to my land
Yeah, and do my dance
Turn on my psalms, yeah, that's my jam
This the last dance, won't be on cam
Damn, I'm tryna get out of this bitch
I won't melt through the flame, but it's hot in this bitch, diamond I'm pressure
Not talking about shining on wrist
I'm talking about gems, jewels, Jews
Let me know if you following this
And if I ever steer you the wrong way
Then I'm saying Salak
If I plant the seed in that garden
Just know that that water is coming from Yah
God plan, it's not my plot
Life goes on, this shit won't stop
He chose me, there's no facade
We everywhere, nowhere to hide
Last time, it was love shots
This time, we gon' go get the bags at the plug drop
Know a couple crips, that got red opps
See all of my brothers, as kings I don't bang blocks
Try me them bullet shells, falling like rain drops
Start paying the play, they can't hang now
Isolation
It's the sons of Jacob, why these niggas hatin

Written by:
Kortez Streeter

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