I really thought my last girl would be my last girl Life changes quicker when you live inside a fast world She ain't want the last name, she just want the last word On everything I love, your middle name was on my passports I ain't think our last fight'll be our last fight I guess we couldn't chalk that up to just a bad night But life goes on, that's how it goes, you know that's right I'm thanking God my last flight was not my last flight I really thought my last address would be my last address I really thought my last arrest would be my last arrest My heart breaks in half every time Susannah's stressed I'm tryna make it up to mama, I don't plan for less She still correct me when I *** up, but I'm feelin' pressed Said I just bought a crib for you, come on now mama blessed I spoke it all into existence, I still manifest She said don't hang that over my head, I said she right And I just let it rest Damn, I really put a roof over her head, that's facts They couldn't walk a block if we changed shoes Swap cap, my receipts, I really paid dues Life is heavy here, this not the everyday blues Publications, they just wanna say what they choose If something happens then my life is front page news This from the heart for all my day ones, not my day twos This by my demons and angels, yeah I'm just getting hotter and it's colder Demons and angels on my shoulders Every open door require closure Keep going till it's over The highs and lows can get exhausting Every option got it's cost Please don't judge me for my faults Do my wins and all my losses Don't lose your conscience Pay attention to your thoughts, yeah Just be cautious Make this *** just what you want it Yeah, it ain't gon' take long, G Niggas out here think life is G-Eazy I pray for em' Cross my heart and let the desert eagle wait for em' And I don't harbor hate, but one must wonder You got that wide cell concealer on, what's hiding up under? I feel bad, cause I could've made you mine last summer I seen a James Harden in you, yeah, OKC Thunder I know your last nigga beat you like he was your drummer I know that life got better soon as we exchanged our numbers So here we go, Turks and Caicos, yeah, everything lit Everything packed, take the Gucci out so everything fit And we gon' roll like a kickball Crossover like Chris Paul, get lost somewhere in Dubai Feeding the sand, getting these sticks off Wear my heart on the sleeve of this off-white hoodie You need some time to grow, I know, I drafted a rookie, yeah I'm Phil Jackson in this ill jacket Parted my head, yeah, I feel like I wrote Illmatic And still mad at it, I should get ill will tatted 39 a year after I said I wouldn't, and I'm still at it Still hold my dick, yup, with a still at it Hop out the Lambo like a dryer, yeah, it's still static I ain't gon' lie, I still *** bitches in my pastime I know I told you the last girl was the last time I gotta go, especially since this my last line For I do smoke this last blunt for the last time For I do smoke this last blunt for the last time I'm just getting hotter and it's colder Demons and angels on my shoulders Every open door require closure Keep going till it's over The highs and lows can get exhausting Every option got its cost Please don't judge me for my faults Do my wins and all my losses Don't lose your conscience Pay attention to your thoughts, yeah Just be cautious They made this ***, this what you wanted