Mmo Lyrics - Last Days lyrics

Last Days lyrics (Lyrics)

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[Chorus x2: M.M.O.]
We in the last days, my mind spinnin like waves
Rise spendin on blaze, raps spreadin like haze

[Triggnomm]
I reflect the greatest, Trebets and Vegas
On fleer jets, swap begets with vets thats famous
We M.M.O., o.d. off a seedless dro
Zay and mo, size then sounds of four pounds
Rep the hometown, cause then only know me in Coney
Though bitches blow me and bone me worldwide with pride I spit the
Unordinary situations that vary
So much of Clinton and lifestyle of George Benson
I bump Mary N. Brown to obituaries
And every now and then, I stroll through a cemetery
I pay respects, the ghetto prophets of the projects
Visualize the logic, of one losin the son
I say no to the gun, then I say no to the smoke
I say no to sellin crack, then I say no to sellin coke
I say no to heron, also known as dope
I say no cause I know them others just cant cope

[Chorus x2]

[Triggnomm]
I was a, baby boy, I played with dangerous toys
We love to play rough, til we felt the handcuffs
Laid up, for 12 months, got violated for blunts
Whack us for once, wigs pushed backwards to front
Survivors a sin, live a long life of pretend
Til thugs get the wind, killas come home from doin ten
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Cant quite blend in, headin back to the pen
Where vice is shiest, and life is like a game of dice
So I dont indulge, instead I rock a bojaw, my jerboas
Pistol patrol, spit the beautiful and the bold
Onyx then gold, when youngest ho, let it be sold
And ever sense, never hesitant, to take a residence
Whod ever think wed go from gangsters to gents
Aiyo, whod ever think wed go from playas to pimps

[Chorus x4]

[Triggnomm]
See I think big kid, so you can keep the small talk
And on the boardwalk, is where I do my dog walk
On Coney Isle, AKA Criminal Isle
Slash Medallion Isle, lay another lost and found
A real merry-go-round, when the sun go down
Get caught out in C.I., end up with M.R.I.s
And if you really ball, we even give you a wall
Lust loots the law, where Im from, 1-2-4
Its history in the makin, O.J. and Payton
Jesus Christ and Satan, the blatant, keep me shakin
Reality parallel to Mickey and Mallory
Natural born, casualty, beemin cash for a fee
See evil does it and the dead live above it
So I, spits the rugged and make sure the streets love it

[Chorus to fade]