Know you felt this shit, bright when I write like felt tips
Coming from a Slum village, pardon if I seem Selfish
But the city so small and the world so big
I just wanna see it all and say that I really lived
The jingles McCringleberry, refs tryna flag us for taunting
Charging into fire, Marshall still got it covered like awnings
Sacrificing nights and mornings, that's the price I pay
This project Any Given Sunday, all it takes is some play
I'm coming with the heater like a full house
But, living like Danny pulled out, hot headed, so I like to cool out
Go against me, that's a fool's route and I wouldn't advise
Like all the rappers you call the truth still selling you lies
Devil's alive, working overtime, punching the clock
Forever tied to the industry, and its all for naught
But I won't miss my mark, on point like fencing with the sentence
Til the family all golden like The Simpsons
If I said it, I meant it, authentic as New Era in these streets
My sentiment, being p.c. won't bring us peace
But if you reach I teach, slap boxing to the top of topics
Team Rocket with the routine, ya show, gotta rob it
Never out of pocket, so get familiar, meet the dealer
And my familia realer cuz we were raised off of Dilla
Living everyday carpe diem, you can't joint or beat 'em
And you gon' see him til the checks cut like the jeans, European, yea
Was told he who laughs last, laughs harder
And the truth hurts so much to hear, the whole industry out of order
Why bother when these other niggaz feeding you fodder
They need guidance, tryna be big Willies like my father
I built myself up, brick and mortar over recorders
Still I'll never change for a dollar like four quarters
Cut the checks, no corners, want my cash pay and some cachet
From ashy to classy, I'ma live til my last day
Cooking heat up from the basement, let the bass commence
Chasing greatness, see it like the lake where Jason went
Invested in myself, and I never waste a cent
Radiator flow, no radio, need a place to vent
Niggaz songs bologna, who really got cold cuts
Putting our own up, so no one can say that they own us
Pneumonia, sicker than ya average, I been savage
Like Fred's bro, but this not an act, I wreak havoc
Marching to the top
Upper echelon, go out like 2Pac 'for I go Pop
Know I got the juice and now the game on lock
Cold as some Wendy's, sack of sticky
Fat as Biggie, y'all ain't f*cking with me, ugh
Word up yo, now who f*cking with us yo
They ain't f*cking with us
Now who f*cking with us nigga
Y'all ain't f*cking with us
We came to f*ck shit up nigga
Yea
I'm feeling different, I think I need a CAT scan
They say he ill, doc got him eating pellets like Pac Man
No hatred, I'm just spewing raps fam
Swagging in the stu' looking like I'm Shane O Mac man
Like damn, you know how the crew do, got a mean posse
With heavy metal crazy train of thoughts, no Ozzy
Don't wanna try it, I'm all in, kamikaze
With a chick who got pumps and a bump, riding shotty
Cuz I gotta be, the anomaly, Keanu Reeves
Only challenger blowing up with no casualties
If niggaz feeling the flow, when you see 'em acknowledge P
But if niggaz stealing, it better be armed robbery
Ain't no robins on my jeans, one zipper's enough
And I ain't tryna talk down, I'm just living it up
Cut from a different cloth, still got the game sewn up
With more drive than Dame, who you know, coming through in the clutch, what
Marching to the top
Upper echelon, go out like 2Pac 'for I go Pop
Know I got the juice and now the game on lock
Cold as some Wendy's, sack of sticky
Fat as Biggie, y'all ain't f*cking with me, ugh
Word up yo, now who f*cking with us yo
They ain't f*cking with us
Now who f*cking with us nigga
Y'all ain't f*cking with us
We came to f*ck shit up nigga
Yea
Jay Pikk - Last Laugh (feat. L.A.Z & Nolan the Ninja) Lyrics
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English
Know you felt this shit, bright when I write like felt tips
Coming from a Slum village, pardon if I seem Selfish
But the city so small and the world so big
I just wanna see it all and say that I really lived
The jingles McCringleberry, refs tryna flag us for taunting
Charging into fire, Marshall still got it covered like awnings
Sacrificing nights and mornings, that's the price I pay
This project Any Given Sunday, all it takes is some play
I'm coming with the heater like a full house
But, living like Danny pulled out, hot headed, so I like to cool out
Go against me, that's a fool's route and I wouldn't advise
Like all the rappers you call the truth still selling you lies
Devil's alive, working overtime, punching the clock
Forever tied to the industry, and its all for naught
But I won't miss my mark, on point like fencing with the sentence
Til the family all golden like The Simpsons
If I said it, I meant it, authentic as New Era in these streets
My sentiment, being p.c. won't bring us peace
But if you reach I teach, slap boxing to the top of topics
Team Rocket with the routine, ya show, gotta rob it
Never out of pocket, so get familiar, meet the dealer
And my familia realer cuz we were raised off of Dilla
Living everyday carpe diem, you can't joint or beat 'em
And you gon' see him til the checks cut like the jeans, European, yea
Was told he who laughs last, laughs harder
And the truth hurts so much to hear, the whole industry out of order
Why bother when these other niggaz feeding you fodder
They need guidance, tryna be big Willies like my father
I built myself up, brick and mortar over recorders
Still I'll never change for a dollar like four quarters
Cut the checks, no corners, want my cash pay and some cachet
From ashy to classy, I'ma live til my last day
Cooking heat up from the basement, let the bass commence
Chasing greatness, see it like the lake where Jason went
Invested in myself, and I never waste a cent
Radiator flow, no radio, need a place to vent
Niggaz songs bologna, who really got cold cuts
Putting our own up, so no one can say that they own us
Pneumonia, sicker than ya average, I been savage
Like Fred's bro, but this not an act, I wreak havoc
Marching to the top
Upper echelon, go out like 2Pac 'for I go Pop
Know I got the juice and now the game on lock
Cold as some Wendy's, sack of sticky
Fat as Biggie, y'all ain't f*cking with me, ugh
Word up yo, now who f*cking with us yo
They ain't f*cking with us
Now who f*cking with us nigga
Y'all ain't f*cking with us
We came to f*ck shit up nigga
Yea
I'm feeling different, I think I need a CAT scan
They say he ill, doc got him eating pellets like Pac Man
No hatred, I'm just spewing raps fam
Swagging in the stu' looking like I'm Shane O Mac man
Like damn, you know how the crew do, got a mean posse
With heavy metal crazy train of thoughts, no Ozzy
Don't wanna try it, I'm all in, kamikaze
With a chick who got pumps and a bump, riding shotty
Cuz I gotta be, the anomaly, Keanu Reeves
Only challenger blowing up with no casualties
If niggaz feeling the flow, when you see 'em acknowledge P
But if niggaz stealing, it better be armed robbery
Ain't no robins on my jeans, one zipper's enough
And I ain't tryna talk down, I'm just living it up
Cut from a different cloth, still got the game sewn up
With more drive than Dame, who you know, coming through in the clutch, what
Marching to the top
Upper echelon, go out like 2Pac 'for I go Pop
Know I got the juice and now the game on lock
Cold as some Wendy's, sack of sticky
Fat as Biggie, y'all ain't f*cking with me, ugh
Word up yo, now who f*cking with us yo
They ain't f*cking with us
Now who f*cking with us nigga
Y'all ain't f*cking with us
We came to f*ck shit up nigga
Yea
Coming from a Slum village, pardon if I seem Selfish
But the city so small and the world so big
I just wanna see it all and say that I really lived
The jingles McCringleberry, refs tryna flag us for taunting
Charging into fire, Marshall still got it covered like awnings
Sacrificing nights and mornings, that's the price I pay
This project Any Given Sunday, all it takes is some play
I'm coming with the heater like a full house
But, living like Danny pulled out, hot headed, so I like to cool out
Go against me, that's a fool's route and I wouldn't advise
Like all the rappers you call the truth still selling you lies
Devil's alive, working overtime, punching the clock
Forever tied to the industry, and its all for naught
But I won't miss my mark, on point like fencing with the sentence
Til the family all golden like The Simpsons
If I said it, I meant it, authentic as New Era in these streets
My sentiment, being p.c. won't bring us peace
But if you reach I teach, slap boxing to the top of topics
Team Rocket with the routine, ya show, gotta rob it
Never out of pocket, so get familiar, meet the dealer
And my familia realer cuz we were raised off of Dilla
Living everyday carpe diem, you can't joint or beat 'em
And you gon' see him til the checks cut like the jeans, European, yea
Was told he who laughs last, laughs harder
And the truth hurts so much to hear, the whole industry out of order
Why bother when these other niggaz feeding you fodder
They need guidance, tryna be big Willies like my father
I built myself up, brick and mortar over recorders
Still I'll never change for a dollar like four quarters
Cut the checks, no corners, want my cash pay and some cachet
From ashy to classy, I'ma live til my last day
Cooking heat up from the basement, let the bass commence
Chasing greatness, see it like the lake where Jason went
Invested in myself, and I never waste a cent
Radiator flow, no radio, need a place to vent
Niggaz songs bologna, who really got cold cuts
Putting our own up, so no one can say that they own us
Pneumonia, sicker than ya average, I been savage
Like Fred's bro, but this not an act, I wreak havoc
Marching to the top
Upper echelon, go out like 2Pac 'for I go Pop
Know I got the juice and now the game on lock
Cold as some Wendy's, sack of sticky
Fat as Biggie, y'all ain't f*cking with me, ugh
Word up yo, now who f*cking with us yo
They ain't f*cking with us
Now who f*cking with us nigga
Y'all ain't f*cking with us
We came to f*ck shit up nigga
Yea
I'm feeling different, I think I need a CAT scan
They say he ill, doc got him eating pellets like Pac Man
No hatred, I'm just spewing raps fam
Swagging in the stu' looking like I'm Shane O Mac man
Like damn, you know how the crew do, got a mean posse
With heavy metal crazy train of thoughts, no Ozzy
Don't wanna try it, I'm all in, kamikaze
With a chick who got pumps and a bump, riding shotty
Cuz I gotta be, the anomaly, Keanu Reeves
Only challenger blowing up with no casualties
If niggaz feeling the flow, when you see 'em acknowledge P
But if niggaz stealing, it better be armed robbery
Ain't no robins on my jeans, one zipper's enough
And I ain't tryna talk down, I'm just living it up
Cut from a different cloth, still got the game sewn up
With more drive than Dame, who you know, coming through in the clutch, what
Marching to the top
Upper echelon, go out like 2Pac 'for I go Pop
Know I got the juice and now the game on lock
Cold as some Wendy's, sack of sticky
Fat as Biggie, y'all ain't f*cking with me, ugh
Word up yo, now who f*cking with us yo
They ain't f*cking with us
Now who f*cking with us nigga
Y'all ain't f*cking with us
We came to f*ck shit up nigga
Yea
Writer: Jarrel Lowman, Marshall Spruill, Nolan Chapman
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Jay Pikk
Language: English
Length: 4:16
Written by: Jarrel Lowman, Marshall Spruill, Nolan Chapman