Last Gasp song by Ransom & Mayor from Primary Album This-life-made-me. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on July 18, 2022.
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Last Gasp Meaning
| [[Intro] I wanna see the best side of me I know it is, ooh Ah, yeah, baby [Verse 1: Ransom] Niggas say they outside, but with no place to go They say, “Ran’, you look young,” they seein’ my face aglow that resembles the greats before Nas, Big’, Face, and Hov I got a ways to go, but don’t you try to give me them flowers that took a day to grow See, me, I let them haters know And I tell my people around me, “I’m tryna feed, you gon’ bleed if you take your plate to go” No, I wanna see the best side of me But money changes niggas like bribery And now they tellin’ lies to me Addicted to the life with no sobriety I had some lost niggas that was guidin’ me violently Now I get teary-eyed when my daughter says bye to me Silently, I keep it all inside of me ‘Cause this is how I gotta be Yeah, I hope you seein’ what is what Was always full of hatred, couldn’t love enough That’s why I said enough’s enough But those who bet against me, I tell them niggas, “Let’s double up” Dealer cards shuffle up Pioneers, spillin’ your heart on tracks and they shut ’em up First one through the wall is always gonna get bloodied up Mhm, and now this runner-up is ’bout to run it up Too bad, y’all niggas runners-up Niggas drunk the Kool-Aid, but it’s too late ’cause most of these rappin’ niggas gon’ want a cup You never seen me buddied up with niggas ain’t the same cloth Takin’ pics, huggin’ up, tellin’ stories that ain’t yours You ain’t never blow your gun, cleaned blood off a stained floor Yeah, you might be holdin’ one, but we ain’t on the same course I’m wrappin’ up a large P, headin’ to the main source Some crackers in an RV with Berettas and some chainsaws That’s why I spit this pain for For niggas locked up and she say it ain’t yours, brother dead on the same call ‘Nother death got your brain paused, we remain flawed Can’t afford to weather the storm ’cause even the rain pour Nah, we not the same, dog, please let me explain, Lord If I’m in a crowd of niggas, who you think they gon’ aim for? Yeah, yours truly So all these fake rappers who swear that war’s a movie, I cleared the walls of juvie Your fearless bars don’t move me You playin’ the game, prepared for call of duty The opps sayin’ my name, I hear the calls of duty The cops put him in chains, I swear them laws is spooky But I hear the gorgeous groupies They tell me this my last gasp I take a deep breath and reassess, I’m in the mirror workin’ on my last laugh , [Break: 38 Spesh] Huh Ayo, Ran’, let me talk on this, my nigga Know what I’m sayin’? Ayo, turn me up in the headphones, Mayor Know what I mean? Ayo [Verse 2: 38 Spesh] I remember bein’ stressed out about cream But I ain’t never lose sleep, my nigga, what’s a visionary without dreams? I needed rest to see out schemes Like navigation, my imagination could reroute things Only kings know about queens I found mine and I hired a maid to keep the house clean Now where would I be without fiends? They took care of me, shit, some even gave me they housekeys In ’03, we was drought kings Got a warehouse full of things just in case my accounts freeze A marathon ain’t about speed You gotta pace yourself, this ain’t about greed I told my bitch, “I’m the man of the house, let your spouse leave” Y’all niggas’ll bite your tongue ’til your mouth bleed I was just givin’ out P’s Now that same safe is full of contracts and house deeds Huh, I’m dealin’ with this anxiety And all these mental issues that’s inside of me I just wanna see the best side of me So I go inside of the booth and get privacy Hire me a private masseuse, reflexology You gotta seek honest and truth to respect modesty Beefin’ with people that set policies Knowin’ my product’s the best quality, but this is how I gotta be Huh, huh, and I was always told to get rid of beef Lemon squeeze with a banana clip, that’s bittersweet I’m off balance chemically, mix energy Y’all mix money and power with bitch tendencies It take more than money and power to get rid of me Huh, hmm, and that’s probably why I ain’t died yet Couple niggas tried and failed, homie, I’m God sent It’s a process when you a livin’ prophet First, you manifest it, then you visualize it That’s how you turn somethin’ subjective into an object Trust , [Outro: Tearz] Special tears ’cause nobody gave a fuck, so I cried out in cursive letters Like these verses’ll somehow explain my madness and stitch my soul together Through special tears with broken fingers, I, I beat demons that had my mind possessed Then I woke up to scratch marks on my face and bruises all over my chest He shattered me and show jagged images, I barely recognize who I see Blood, sweat, and tears, I write the teeth out the devil so he stops eatin’ away at me And my insanity’s my genius, these special tears displace this rage You can tell by the bloodstains in the margins, water-stained circles all over the page] |
Frequently posed queries
- Who produced the lyrics for Last Gasp?
This lirics prodiucer by Mayor (therealmayor3000) & Ty Jamz & Bernard Woodside.
- Who is the songwriter behind this hit single? Last Gasp
Last Gasp song is written by Mayor (therealmayor3000), Ransom & 38 Spesh
- Who featured the lyrics Last Gasp?
The artist featured in the credits for Last Gasp is 38 Spesh & Tearz (Spoken Word)
