I'm gangsta
Alright
Aye


We the last of the real
Pull count it must feel

Last of the real
My gun speaker out of that verse
The last of the real

Pull count it must feel
Last of the real
My gun speaker out of that verse


Stay strapped, got a big number one supersized Big Mac
3-57 in the 57 Maybach

Made you $#&@ing ^!$$%s sloppy
I be Rocky Asap, 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, ^!$$% stop speaking Guyanese

Got a clip and a chopper full of flower seeds
^!$$%s hanging all choppers where your momma sleep
We the best !@%!e boys, ^!$$% you ain't heard


My gun speed you of that way
We the last of the real

Pull count it must feel
Last of the real
My gun speaker out of that verse

We the last of the real
Pull count it must feel
Last of the real

My gun speaker out of that verse

Okay now play like I'm #~!!@

Killas $#&@ up your night
20 goons in your kitchen
Why you skyping your wife?

Like here the stash? In the safe
It ain't no asking you twice
My trigger finger be itching, that (*##$ be switching them why?

I'm like the last of the real
Well I own the half of a pill
Jumping off that bucket for real

30 ^!$$%s ain't crip with the steel
You don't want them problems, you don't want that drama
But I'd watch your mouth, you must be bonkers

You don't know of your momma, then it's how with marbles
Black on black, feeling like I knew Obama
Can I do no commerce to your coupes

Is why this miss Madonna
Mother$#&@ the loyal to your honor
Money and power, I talk that %#@! yet again


My gun speed you of that way
We the last of the real

Pull count it must feel
Last of the real
My gun speaker out of that verse

We the last of the real
Pull count it must feel
Last of the real

My gun speaker out of that verse

Last of the real, blue steel

We the best, we the realest
Me and Montana, never leave my home without the banner
Stop with my real vest

The last of the real
The one with the money and the !@^%s
Boy fat #~!!@, finding beating on the floor

Blood clot, real to the floor
They don't make us no more


We the last of the real
Pull count it must feel
Last of the real
My gun speed you of that way
My gun speed you of that way

Ra pa pa pam speed you out of that way

We the last of the real
Pull count it must feel
Last of the real

My gun speaker out of that verse
We the last of the real
Pull count it must feel
Last of the real
My gun speaker out of that verse