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Correct Last Supper Lyrics
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[Instrumental] (Live Version) [Intro] (Live Version) This one’s for love, for mothers that’s grieving It’s for that dreamer in that class that’s underachieving This for believers whose faith is all that’s keeping them breathing This the garden of Eden, this for all of my heathens This one’s for Inglewood, both in Chicago and Cali This one’s for Manchester and Crenshaw, for Rally’s Happy moments happen to be sprinkled throughout half of these tragedies Actually, I just start embracing change It’s safe to say that growth is an uncomfortable process And pain is a necessary investment for progress I stress that if you ever get ill or hurt against your will It’s just a quiz from God, this is our test, ah, yes This time it’s gonna be different I’ma bless the world with honest quotes in every sentence And get better every moment just like Beverly mentioned Hard times but never resentment, I stay forever relentless Let’s go [Verse 1] Keep it 100, I be feelin’ like who, who? Nobody These niggas finally understand when I land, I’m the man Fuck you thought this was? Nigga from Japan to the land Suckers know what’s up Nigga, I’m praying they over-stand me Every kid need a hero, I’m trynna be uncle Stan Lee RIP, all I see is concrete Burned rubber glass scattered on the concrete I heard lover lives matter so when hearts leak Blood drippin’ live patterns So my ink write in red when it splatter Don’t flatter me, nigga [Bridge] Save your compliments Already know that my flow is bomb as shit We can toast to our old accomplishments But I’d rather coast, move forward and talk my shit They told me: [Hook] Eat, smoke, take your time It’s a long dinner Eat, smoke, take your time It’s a long dinner Eat, smoke, take your time It’s a long dinner It’s one king and a few brothers The last supper [Verse 2] Keep it 100, I be feeling like Campbell’s Soup over white rice Baked chicken with the skin on Lawry’s with black pepper, I’m fully seasoned With half the effort, ask my nigga Bad Boy, I been on I’m a pit with a bunch of labs in the kennel Papa Sticks used to pour it back ‘til he went on Drop a fifth and reach in a bag and make him pull out a sack To relax, and pass the blunt like communion I know we friends but nigga, Jesus was homies with Judas Don’t be the nigga lookin’ at your homeboy like “How could you do this?” Smile in your face then as soon as you walk away He wishin’ you’re ruined Now you lookin’ foolish But still you say: [Hook] Eat, smoke, take your time It’s a long dinner Eat, smoke, take your time It’s a long dinner Eat, smoke, take your time It’s a long dinner Eat, smoke, take your time It’s a long dinner [Outro] Eat, smoke, take your time It’s a long dinner Eat, smoke, take your time It’s a long dinner Eat, smoke, take your time It’s a long dinner Eat, smoke, take your time It’s a long, yeah
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