Lil B – My Last Chance Lyrics
There's a lot of shit I"m still waiting for
Still wondering
Crying on this notepad
[Verse 1]
Still waiting on healthcare
Praying on welfare
Gotta take my my hand up
Gotta move my mind in
Spend a lot of time there
Getting on my grind there
Throwing gang signs then
Got a peace of mind there
But I can't leave cause
I know a piece of mine there
People I grew up with don't
Wanna see me shining
So I grew up with a lot of things ?
People do bad stuff
Wanna stay away from it
Got my mind write so I won't
Sleep in the casket
Death around the corner
And life is in the basket
That's left from a woman, cause
The death of a woman
Means one less man
So give respect to a woman
I guess we just looking
If you could see how I see it
It's pain in your eyes, show em
Bleed how I'm bleeding
Just wanna talk, just one thing
Won't forget what you did
Just accept one thing:
I'm still waiting
You know there's so much in my life
I feel like I'm still waiting
You know what I mean
[Verse 2]
You could pick and choose, you could win or lose
You could sink or swim, you could stay or move
Just had to amass, I match the groove
I match the plan, I match the mood
Even though I'm from the hood, I'm a classy dude
Like Nat King Cole
I'm a faster blues
I have the blues just hearing news
Can't go a while
Without seeing the food
Am I just a judge, am I just in love
This thing called life
Can I give it a hug
Can I trust in thugs
Don't hold no grudge
Niggas love to hate
But don't show no love
And that's old man thinking
If you closed-minded thugging
That's no man's hustle
No house, no home, no car, no budget
No old, no young, but the ladies love him
Still Grinding
I still hustle from the bottom to the top
Let the bitch niggas know that I won’t stop
[Verse 3]
The hood feel like the invisible hood
I'm the ghost in the trees
I produce this wood
I rap on the tracks that make the block
Go crazy and the suburbs love me
Word to cousin
Right around the time I was hurting
Struggling, this dude had my back
Gave me motivation
I was asleep on the floor
In the ?
Taking trips with the money
Paying for some changes
Things started changing slowly
Had the floormap
Even helped the homies
Got a new ride just to show the homie
Bought my main bitch a flight
Kissed her, says she's lonely
I don't love her, groupie's a bitch
That's word to Stunna
Shoutout to Birdman, that's word to Stunna
I touch down in the hood
I'm off the flight and blunted
Lil Boss, I'm hundreds
Still wondering
Crying on this notepad
[Verse 1]
Still waiting on healthcare
Praying on welfare
Gotta take my my hand up
Gotta move my mind in
Spend a lot of time there
Getting on my grind there
Throwing gang signs then
Got a peace of mind there
But I can't leave cause
I know a piece of mine there
People I grew up with don't
Wanna see me shining
So I grew up with a lot of things ?
People do bad stuff
Wanna stay away from it
Got my mind write so I won't
Sleep in the casket
Death around the corner
And life is in the basket
That's left from a woman, cause
The death of a woman
Means one less man
So give respect to a woman
I guess we just looking
If you could see how I see it
It's pain in your eyes, show em
Bleed how I'm bleeding
Just wanna talk, just one thing
Won't forget what you did
Just accept one thing:
I'm still waiting
You know there's so much in my life
I feel like I'm still waiting
You know what I mean
[Verse 2]
You could pick and choose, you could win or lose
You could sink or swim, you could stay or move
Just had to amass, I match the groove
I match the plan, I match the mood
Even though I'm from the hood, I'm a classy dude
Like Nat King Cole
I'm a faster blues
I have the blues just hearing news
Can't go a while
Without seeing the food
Am I just a judge, am I just in love
This thing called life
Can I give it a hug
Can I trust in thugs
Don't hold no grudge
Niggas love to hate
But don't show no love
And that's old man thinking
If you closed-minded thugging
That's no man's hustle
No house, no home, no car, no budget
No old, no young, but the ladies love him
Still Grinding
I still hustle from the bottom to the top
Let the bitch niggas know that I won’t stop
[Verse 3]
The hood feel like the invisible hood
I'm the ghost in the trees
I produce this wood
I rap on the tracks that make the block
Go crazy and the suburbs love me
Word to cousin
Right around the time I was hurting
Struggling, this dude had my back
Gave me motivation
I was asleep on the floor
In the ?
Taking trips with the money
Paying for some changes
Things started changing slowly
Had the floormap
Even helped the homies
Got a new ride just to show the homie
Bought my main bitch a flight
Kissed her, says she's lonely
I don't love her, groupie's a bitch
That's word to Stunna
Shoutout to Birdman, that's word to Stunna
I touch down in the hood
I'm off the flight and blunted
Lil Boss, I'm hundreds
