Last Supper - D Smoke

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 (Yeah)

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 one hundred, 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 Mash, 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 the bag

A nigga 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, wishin' you 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