Down To My Last

And here we are.. Down to my last.. Check it out and show love and support for Gothic Rap and Dark poetry! Down To My Last Verse 1 I’m the devil incarnate, when I’m down to my last; All I bring, is the carnage, cutting throat for the cash; I put the people up on it, now they all sellin crack; But when I had to do it, they all had a laugh; I guess you goin thru it, now you know the half; Now you know, what road I chose, desperate for the cash; Never judge the one you see, eatin with a mask; Cus that could be, you my g, down to your last; I guess you really never know; Maybe when you poor and broke; Maybe when you feeling, how you liven, gots to really go; If you tryin to blow, you gotta hustle, gotta stretch your flow; Back to the wall, ashy knuckles don’t accept a no; If they wanna tussle, and they muscled, well let it show; That 1 2 game, brings you fame, you already know; And If you don’t know, Than you aint down; And this song aint for you, you can’t relate how; It feels, when you need a meal; Haven’t eaten all day, almost ready to kill; Ready to bully your way, into another one’s deal; If they don’t share that plate, it gets taken for real; You gotta split that sale, i’m down to my last; Its been slow as hell, and I’m down to my last; No I can’t take shorts, I’m down to my last; Yes I will extort, when I’m down to my last; Verse 2 I paved the way for many men, but none of them can match my fee; The plug gotta offer insurance, when he contract me; The bar is set to none, for any one, who comes after me; You can ask Black, Ice, tony dutch, or Swiggy D: If I’m ever down on luck, I’m posting up, you stuck with me; If your name aint X or Rush, than I don’t recognize your G; If you aint Ray or jiggavelle, Than you must be weak; If you aint Bobo or Trell, you aint as tough as me; I don’t know that other dude, why he ask whats up with me; Knowin I don’t fuck with you, good luck to you, don’t ask for me; You don’t even really care, you just hate the fact I’m me; You just hate i did it great, and never had to ask you please; Never had to ask for help, never had to join the Bs; Only needed slugs and tooch, SBC, and West Fetti; Triz Unit all the way, since the day, we all agreed; Your brother stays your blood, even if your brother makes you bleed; They called me Killa G, cus everyday I am; Murderin the hustle game, in every way I can; Everyday, dressed in black, chillin wit D-Man; An example to the land, of how a Village raise a man; But the hood cant protect you, when I’m down to my last; I’ll rob your niece and nephew when I’m down to my last; Careful who you step to, if I’m down to my last; I’ll Pocket check your corpse, and be off, with the stash; Verse 3 I was young and growing up, always growing hunger pains; Never really ate enough, never had another plate; Mom was never shown up, she comin home another day; There was like 10 of us, and none of us were shown a way; Liven real shameless, way worse than the show today; Everyone was Monica and Frank in the roles they played; Used to give me ritoline, and since that day, drugs have stayed; Predicaments they put me in, were detrimental to how I’m raised; Fiendin for a come up, born broke, fetal syndrome came; Soon as I stepped out the womb, doomed to a fate; Of always wanting more, cus the poor know no other way; When we down to nothin, we turn something, into ways that pay; Down to my last, but its nothin, cus the shit can change; I can hit the hood, for twenty minute, and flip and 8th; I’m always good when I’m in it, and I come out great; I’m always Snatchin funds, from those ones, who don’t come out late; And if you got a problem, don’t tell it to my face; Id rather that, behind my back, or else I’d catch a case; And the first time you sell, to my clients you erased; Your first will be your last, and the last, of your mistakes;