Wiill - Last Call Lyrics

Walk into this bitch
They know I'm the problem
I give em' fits like the stylist calling (Pharrell)
Wild from West you could tell how I'm walking
Smoke on that shit cause the barrel revolving
Gimme a second
I came in this game so hard now I got children
That's why they say name walking around Venice
When God calls me home I'll go home as a legend
I spit the life of myself and my brethren
If that ain't the point of this life I don't get it
If I feel some shit about you imma' say it
Never been good at polite people hate it

I am the new, the best, the latest
If I was a watch I'm gold I'm stainless
If I ain't beast than why are you playing it
If I ain't a goat then I'm just underrated
I ball on these courts you just look like a bailiff
Been everywhere once now I need a hiatus
Rose avenue out in Venice: oasis
With that kind of love ain't no need to be famous

Lived so many lives feel like reincarnation to me
This my show this my caste them carnations in me
I cannot ever get on a beat
Without killing the life that they wanted for me
Bitch, I'm poised for a life that's surprising to see
For a kid graduating with honors degrees
Pres and Alum y'all could do what you want
But, if you want the credit don't holla at me

Yeah wanna run in the mall
I was just down on my ass and I'm telling you bitches that's f*cking it all
We bout' to ball
Lil' homie step to the side; on the wall
I see a problem I'm making a call
Bitch, do it fast no we don't like to stall
When I get down I need a round
So please bring a round for me

I am the field family menace (The youth)
This shit a sport like soccer like tennis
Since I was seven been hanging them championships
I been living in 10 that's an October reference
I Gotta watch
Not talking bout' rollies or Audemars
Right now I rap where the bottom are
But that's how I like it the underdog
Like schizophrenics I'm paranoid
About all these labels that promise shit
Money bags suck my dick
Yeah we want all of this
But as the way I is
Ain't bout to flip on my squad or my genesis
F*ck you don't know me (so strange)
Why would I switch on my homies?
They have my back they don't need to say promise
They talk some shit they gonna do it regardless

I walk around screaming my head bout' to burst
You cannot purchase what ain't gotta price
I ain't bout to settle I know what I'm worth
Don't try to put dollar signs all on my life
So f*cking woke I don't sleep it's a curse
Doc' gave me pills tried to help me live right
They f*cked me up
Yeah, yeah
They f*cked me up and now I feel alive

Yeah wanna run in the mall
I was just down on my ass and I'm telling you bitches that's f*cking it all
We bout' to ball
Lil' homie step to the side; on the wall
I see a problem I'm making a call
Bitch, do it fast no we don't like to stall
When I get down I need a round
So please bring a round for me

If I got to hop up on a trap beat
To show them I could run it like a track meet
Prove that what I been on rapping in the backseat
Worth a Grammy and some change then get at me
I could really get to running like an athlete
My mind running like Usain cannot lap me
Show them fellas crab meat
We been at the table I don't need to post the dark meat
We keep discrete personalities homie
I keep the realest around and up on me
My girls a blessing I told her this morning
She helps me through all the shit I been feeling
To kill part of me who showed up for the mourning?
It's none of y'all
F*ck it all
Born with some net so I had to ball
Born with a chip on my shoulder too
Better the team that's what ballers do

I slept on the floor of the studio couple nights
Gotta be better and make that shit every night
Gotta be Wilder every time that I fight
1-2 punch mix w a dodge I'm the fury type
Whoa son
You talking right
Hold up
Do you live the life
That you talking bout' when you been spitting bullets like
Hold up on the kid cause' a motherf*cker never lie

And that's like all you need
Good sex bounce back like a trampoline
So high I'll bounce when I'm on the scene
MJ tongue out like 23
This here right now my legacy
This year my year like Gashi beats
Stuart Florida, Venice California
My blood my kin that's thick as thieves

Yeah wanna run in the mall
I was just down on my ass and I'm telling you bitches that's f*cking it all
We bout' to ball
Lil' homie step to the side; on the wall
I see a problem I'm making a call
Bitch, do it fast no we don't like to stall
When I get down I need a round
So please bring a round for me

Motherf*cker down like the people of Perth
Ain't got to shop on to stress what I'm worth
I could look homeless and still be flyest motherf*cker to ever step foot on the turf