Last of the Real

I'm gangsta

Alright, aye






We the last of the real

Who can't hear must feel

Last of the real

My gun speak louder than words

The last of the real

Who can't hear must feel

Last of the real

My gun speak louder than words






Stay strapped, got a big number one supersized Big Mac

3-57 in the 57 Maybach

Made you fucking niggas sloppy

I be Rocky A$AP, lay you down face flat

Man the last of the real, stackin the mills

I ain't talkin bout no lipstick when that Mac in your grill

Last of a dying breed, when I fire these

Hundred rounds, niggas start speaking Guyanese

Got a clip and a chopper full of flower seeds

Niggas hanging all choppers where your momma sleep

We the best coke boys, nigga you ain't heard






My gun speak louder than words











Okay now play like I'm pussy, killas fuck up your night

20 goons in your kitchen, while you skyping your wife

Like where the stash? In the safe

It ain't no asking you twice

My trigger finger be itching, that bitch be switching them mic

I'm like the last of the real

Rolling on a half of a pill

Jumping off that bucket for real

30 niggas equipped with the steel

You don't want them problems, you don't want that drama

Running off your mouth, you must be bonkers

You don't love your momma, then a town with marbles

Black on black, feeling like I knew Obama

And I do no commerce

Two door coupes is white as miss Madonna

Motherfuck the loyal to your honor

Money and power, I talk that shit, nigga you ain't heard











Last of the real, blue steel

We the best, we the realest

Me and Montana, never leave my home without the burner

Stop with my real vest

The last of the real, the one with the money and the whores

Boy fat pussy, finding bleeding on the floor

Blood clot, real to the floor

They don't make us no more

We the last of the real

Who can't hear must feel

Last of the real

My gun speak louder than words

My gun speak louder than words

Ra pa pam speak louder than words