D Smoke — Last Supper

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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 last
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

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:

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 queen and a few brothers
The last supper

Keep it 100, I be feeling like
Campbell’s Soup over white rice
Baked chicken with the skin off
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:

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

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