last of a dope era dying

Lyrics

all that shit together don't equal love to the work, i'm supplying, what you selling we ain't buying, you niggas got it watered down the most, i could see your ending already, and the timing is close, we done came too far to have a setback, that bullshit ain't flying, you done fell victim to all the lying, your on your the way out and you know it, loaded, last of a dope era dying, i asked god to bless me with the gift and he spoiled me, kicking my shit for years now easy as time recorded me, my style as i rate quarter disorderly, bars that will get you right on your feet, quarter to quarter fee, you settle for crumbs not where you ought to be, guarantee you light times slaughtery, in my warranty, uh, chronicles of the last legends, disrespect the veteran get you a sad exit, in the book of our relations they'll be a fast sentence, louie rubber bands to compliment my bags preference, soldier platinum army tag necklace, i love the game but it got corny ass stretchers, uh, need the perfectionist appraise, crowd around a walking ticket, every breakfast is filet's, will they spill and out my ears still, rest when i hit the wraith, further i go this memory connecting us to the pain, all that shit together don't equal love to the work, i'm supplying, what you selling we ain't buying, you niggas got it watered down the most, i could see your ending already, and the timing is close, we done came too far to have a setback, that bullshit ain't flying, you done fell victim to all the lying, your on your the way out and you know it, loaded, last of a dope era dying, since my first mixtape i've cooked dime and the regular with no features, i've saw myself like conor mcgregor, they ain't yourself they cool you out here, kinda an extra, roll an l up in the heat of the battle chronic finesser, sick to my stomach your cd's are ramen n ketchup, put me next up to them boys in freebie, find me a heckler, south jamaica taker home of the grimiest threshold, hold the title mind professor, built shiniest as ever, get your yeses from the weakest of man cheating your fans, chin flips and middle fingers, the lips speak to the hands, money signature control perimeter, feet in the ground, always sinister the global finisher, week in japan, there ain't shit about survival steady, can't be rhyming ready, instinct made my timing daily, frequent weapons collected who's bombs held me, your working hard at your facade, hardly at the bank, partyin' in your job sorry's in your blogs, all that shit together don't equal love to the work, i'm supplying, what you selling we ain't buying, you niggas got it watered down the most, i could see your ending already, and the timing is close, we done came too far to have a setback, that bullshit ain't flying, you done fell victim to all the lying, your on your the way out and you know it, loaded, last of a dope era dying