Save The Best For Last (Feat. Rick Ross)

(M-M-Maybach Music) Pray for the days when the failure was a phase Or hate was the case, but they tell you to your face The top came down so I never hit the brakes The bitches came out, so we the niggas they would chase Envy was the norm, we the children in the corn Black male, pickin' cotton, hustles came in different forms Started with the pies, real ones lost lives Such a dirty game, now my hand sanitized I buckled down in a Porsche Buttoned up, Tom Ford Head stay on a swivel, they want your boy in a morgue But fuck 'em, I want a war Butt fuckin' 'em, slow, raw Pertaining only to women, my lady know I'm a lord, Lord Forgive me for all my wrongs Killin' niggas for sneakers and shit that's said in a song Puttin' homies in check instead of puttin' 'em on I'm always put to the test, real ones finishing strong Fresh up out the gutter, nigga, yeah And I can never be them other niggas I don't come through blood niggas, a semi not on me Exchange words and shots with like ten of my homies And no matter what I do, I'm not good enough Drive-bys, blood splattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough But why cry? I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up Thug life, it's in my veins, go dig Pac up I'm where Pac was, only difference, got my Glock up 'Cause I been shot up, it's time to balance out my chakras I'm not the same motherfucker that I used to be I'm H.E.R., acoustically, you niggas gon' get used to me I'm tired of niggas usin' me, abusin' me Usually, I make a call, get the windows knocked out your motherfuckin' eulogy Imagine niggas shootin' me, yeah, Compton was like a zoo to me I'm a lion, king of my jungle, that's why it ain't no gettin' through to me For my first album, early 2000s, I was with the foolery Outside the L'Ermitage, could've got Fab for all his jewelry Ain't even really know how to rap yet I was just a Click Clack vet' Go find my nigga AR and ask him, if you wanna fact check Y'all heard it first (y'all heard it first), I ain't even told Fab yet This might affect our friendship, nigga, I ain't even ask yet I ain't even have half of an Aftermath check All in Brooklyn with you and Clue on the corner with my 'rag just Hangin' in the wind, with the stainless in the Benz Brainless when it spins, and I aim it for all my friends That go for Ross too I brought a gun and some chalk too For openin' up doors, it cost a Maybach just to walk through And on my dark days, I walk inside a dark booth Speak what's on my mind, but they ain't ready for the hard truth You can't call yourself king when I taught you Brought you a classic for you and all your niggas to spark to I ought to, nah, fuck it 'Cause even Nikki Giovanni had James Baldwin to talk to So I get high, then I swan dive in a shark pool With the same red bandana, "Start From Scratch" part two Nas got the part, so I went and got the part too Snoop pulled the rag out, shit, I went and bought that car too That shit was hard too Run up on it while my son inside it, the .40'll spin your ass around like a barstool Let Jesus take the wheel, I step on the gas I'm one in a million like Aaliyah, I wish that she never crashed And I only made it this far 'cause I always knew the task Understood my greatness and over stood all the math I don't need your love or the credit, I always got cash And even now, my 2020 vision is somewhere in the past Who the next rapper murdered? Every month, a nigga pass But me, I'm still alive, I guess they saved the best for last