Future - Last Name (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Future - Last Name (en) Lyrics
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This ain't a diss song
this a real song
Nigga we ain't running from
no responsibilities
I take care of families
I'm embarrassed over this
mess that I done caused
I can't go to sleep I'm paranoid
And it's way too many homicides
Bought a hunnid guns got
my niggas sliding
Fucked the bitch once
now she wanna cry
Snitches told the Feds I had an alibi
Brokenhearted fuck my
bitch every night
I don't know her name she
wanna have my child
Laughing to the bank
got me running wild
Numb to the pain so I keep a smile
Gotta keep it stashed up for the trial
Material intentions got
her playing foul
I'm in rare form like
a hyena running wild
All the opps getting gunned down
I lost connections to the streets
and I was in denial
I seen a grown man shed tears
'cause he lost his trial
I said the streets a crazy feeling
just to lose a child
Have a one-on-one with God
yeah it been a while
I woke up paranoid off drugs
I said “I'm tired now”
I answer my phone in the
middle of the night
Like “Who done died now?”
Knowing I'm involved
But we gon' slide back
when it's dying down
I don't know who opps no more
You look crazy I'm firing rounds
I love the streets it's
a portion of me
I came from nothing to “The
Voice of the Streets”
I got blood in the streets
The way he died I advised
he died in his sleep
That's the trenches
Public conversation got
you touching clouds
Pop the wrong pill hit the wrong dial
Ain't no visitation waiting
for the trial
Took my last name this
ain't 'bout the child
Real classy jazzy but
don't do no trolling
Gotta treat you like dead
when you playing bogus
See Pluto you my brother
gotta stay focused
Sometimes I get in my feelings too
I wish I wore a Trojan
They tryna go viral off DMs
that's why I'm antisocial
I'm just tryna teach the killers
not to use emotion
I got a whole bitch don't
think about my old bitch
I'm just tryna live my life
and catch this moment
Broken hearted fuck my
bitch every night
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