Ayo real talk, 6ix
As soon as you played me this joint I already knew
Yo this some fucking, Last Call shit
And it got me hella excited 'cause I always wanted to do like
A Last Call, I remember the first time I heard Kanye's
I thought that shit was so tight dawg
I was like, man I'm tryna tell my story, you know what I'm sayin'
And then uh, I remember Cole did it, when did he do it?
He was on Friday Night Lights?
Nah nah, he did it on The Warm Up yo
When he did the Last Call on the warmup I was like:
Damn I'm tryna do mine
So since this joint got that vibe
I'ma do my Last Call right now for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I couldn't even pay the rent, homie
Thinkin' 'bout it I'm wondering where the years went, homie
Just a youngin' tryna survive, they was hatin' on me
I was working that nine-to-five, I was waitin' homie
I was bussin' tables fantasizin' 'bout cakin' homie
Letting them slip away, my dreams wasn't waitin' on me
This for anyone with ambition, calling anybody that'll listen
I'm wishing all your dreams come true, 'cause mine did
And yeah, you know I had to put that in the rhyme kid
But that shit came from sacrifice
Not on the corner selling drugs and smackin' dice (listen)
Yeah
Someway somehow, I understood finally
If you want to come and get it you know where to find me
Cause I don't got no time for anyone who be tryin' me
Know if they don't understand I'ma leave 'em behind me
I'll be asleep
I ain't got no time, no no
I said I'll be asleep
I said I don't got no time, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah
I treat the beat like it's my only son, my DNA
And this that southern playa-listic shit like we was in the eight
Back in the day, I was young, broke and infamous
A Young Sinatra, I was undeniable
Who welcomed you to forever while Under Pressure
And told you The Incredible True Story of Bobby Tarantino
And Everybody in the Ultra 85
Goddamn it feel good to be alive
And all these bitches that I passed up
Couldn't fuck witcha 'cause your hair was too gassed up
Member creeping with the gat, masked up
Goddamn it's kinda crazy to reminisce on all this shit man
What it was like growing up.
Damn man, just,
motherfuckers running in and out of the crib,
doing drugs, selling drugs, all types of stuff.
Meanwhile, I was just tryna keep it together,
I was tryna make sense-sense of all this shit around me,
I didn't know how to take it,
how to perceive it, you know what I mean.
And then meanwhile I'm supposed to be going to school and getting
good grades and shit, but I'm seeing like,
domestic violence in my house, and just, so much going on.
And I'm sure everybody was probably like, damn, yo
Why little Bobby didn't come to school today?"
On the real, I was doin' anything to run away
And that's the same reason kids join gangs every day
Cause they wanna be accepted, but at home they too neglected
Meanwhile, white america quick to call him a thug
But all he ever wanted was a father to give him some love
Tell him that he love him, that he need him
Promise he won't ever leave him
Never smoke crack, never lie, and he'll never beat him
I feel like all my life I been needing a break
Looking at my family, I ain't wanna make the same mistake
And I know that shit sound fucked up but they not all doin' great
Oh my God please, can I have a conversation with 'em?
Member of my family without they hand out asking for five G's
To pay they bills or they lawyer fees (huh)
I learned something, I ain't giving y'all a dime
I'll give you something worth more, that's my time
I ain't dropping stacks, I'm dropping knowledge
Unless it's for my nieces and nephews to go to college
And hit me on the phone, hit me up
Like "
Uncle Bob, where you at?
Yeah I know your pockets fat but I don't give a fuck 'bout that
I'm glad we family" (uh)
We a half breed family, yeah, yeah, uh
Man see I remember when I was like fifteen years old and my dad took
me to the studio--I know this is random I'm
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