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THE FINAL CALL (feat. Jay Electronica)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
Ransom
Ransom
Vocals
Jay Electronica
Jay Electronica
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Randy Nicholls
Randy Nicholls
Songwriter
Timothy Thedford
Timothy Thedford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Flashy Sunrize
Flashy Sunrize
Producer
David Strauss
David Strauss
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, came a long way from that corner stoop Some sunflower seeds, a bag of chips and a quart of juice Was too knuckleheaded to call it true, so we all in boots Black champion hoodie, stacks, hand me that fully proof Damn, the mistakes you make when you full of youth But time gives you wisdom like pain you feel when you pull your tooth What makes you kill when you pull and shoot? Can't take the guilt, so you put to use any bull excuse I know I'm just like you, a touch spiteful I hurt my mama just like you I sat in front your honor and lied because I'm just like you You know, prideful, full of revenge A rough cycle make you clutch Bibles Man, fuck Michael, I couldn't afford a sneaker I bought a beeper, 666 was the code to use when you call a reaper Kids skippin' class, you makin' threats to your daughter's teacher Nigga that a clutch on his Jesus piece and ignored a preacher Yeah, no more sayin' that we in hell My man just came home, got his hands on his CDL Took pictures of his side so his family could see his cell The fans, they could see themselves Let Randy just read the braille Yeah, some revelers see me well This world is full of snakes and devils, so we rebel Meanwhile, your favorite rapper just scheduled a BBL No tea to tell, we gon' mind our business, so we excel We gon' mind our business, so we excel 23-hour lockup, one hour prayin' for mail Unless my daughter's playin', I'm never paintin' my nails If heaven up on the roof, then I guess the basement was hell Oh well, I'm such an artist, these pictures, I paint 'em well Reminiscin' on hustlin', so proud when I made a sale Ironically, the people that feel me don't play with braille The economy is so fucked up, niggas riskin' they self Feel like witchcraft is present, nobody breakin' that spell Don't come around me jokin' 'cause I ain't no Dave Chappelle Tryna acquire enough product to break a scale In the ocean, I never seen sharks lay up with whales Married her oldest child and she ain't been takin' it well They got her takin' in drugs, you pass your heart around And feel like they takin' your love Seen blood stain up the mud DNA mixed with dirt, first-class flight up above, nigga Smokin' on the strand, I got my fingers stuck Back and forth, thinkin' how Venus helped get Serena tough It's hard to raise a big dog if you don't feed the pups I'm E.T. with the glow, I light up everything I touch Racketeer influence, corrupted organizations Y'all can Enrico charge with no statute of limitations I deserve a statue, my face on the front of pages Before I heard of a Mason, it was McGruff and Mason It was Lamont and Cameron The attitude that came with white girl never was Karen Stingy never was Sharon Ramadan Mubarak, As-salami alaykum Habibi, it's good to see your face again on the battlefield Sometimes this life feel like a Ferris wheel A gentleman's salute to those who tarry still Witness the testimony of those in the throes of the fire Burnin' hearts of desire, reachin' for somethin' higher Fallen angels livin' on the wire And the army of the Lord singin' songs of the Messiah I was raised in an old church where the preacher preached judgment The Nation of Islam taught that mystery Babylon was America And Allah had returned for the destruction of the government For we the lost children of Israel, descendants of the covenant Here you go again with some Muslim raps about the mothership And how the Christ, with the permission of the Magdias, who governed it I'm eyeball deep in this holy war and I'm lovin' it Still ain't got nothin' for Delilahs but a hard dick and double mint Still got nothin' but love for the jealous haters who covet it Still got to sit with Big John and negotiate this publishin' Wildin' out with Rory, stumblin', drunk and doublin' Holdin' the game for ransom, the God, that's my brethren
Writer(s): Timothy Thedford, David Brewster Jr., Randy Jay Nicholls, El-amin Abdul-khaleeq, James Sheares Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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