CHORUS (Andreena Mills): I gotta make it, gotta move quickly/ can’t allow the past to restrict me/ Bet this time around they won’t skip me/ I am the last hope/ Won’t hesitate not even for a second/ the hustle has become an obsession/ I’m on the front lines with my weapon/ I am the last hope/
VERSE 1: they say ive become a little obsessed with success/ I could give a fuck less failure makes me upset/ I am so close I could touch next/ focused on my dreams while these twitter fiends focus on a touch text/ Mr. Bloomberg I know I bring the city drama/ but im closer to a .45 than a Dhali Lama/ I’m closer to a murder victim than I am hope/ and I’m am not complaining dude I’m just sending you a note/ I know you’d never understand the stuff I’m going through/ a young black male no father figure to…/ protect me from the game nor school me to the rules/ so I made my own agenda finding comfort in the booze/ I dont think they get it when you’re feelin’ like a menace/ without the jail bars it’s a life long sentence/ I love everybody that I’ve met along the way/ hopefully we’ll meet another day/ Hey…
CHORUS (Andreena Mills): I gotta make it, gotta move quickly/ can’t allow the past to restrict me/ Bet this time around they won’t skip me/ I am the last hope/ Won’t hesitate not even for a second/ the hustle has become an obsession/ I’m on the front lines with my weapon/ I am the last hope/
VERSE 2: now everybody’ss out here looking for a reason/ funny how you could be dead even when you’re breathing/ me? I’ma live it to the fullest every season/ when I’m gone, please dont waste time grieving/ looking at my life I want to make my people proud/ silently positive never negatively loud/ legible food for thought that’s edible to the crowd/ packing for my future ’cause allegedly the time is now/ the power I’ve been given I can never take for granted/ I share my bare emotions in attempts to save the planet/ running towards the light it seems I cant escape the damage/ I’m forever lost I guess I’m just a slave to the enchantment/ who was I to think that I’m ammune to this hustle?/ so I wave goodbye with some tunes and a duffle/ Sorry baby girl, ’til November I’ll be gone/ just remember one thing, I love you/ Yeah…
CHORUS (Andreena Mills): I gotta make it, gotta move quickly/ can’t allow the past to restrict me/ Bet this time around they won’t skip me/ I am the last hope/ Won’t hesitate not even for a second/ the hustle has become an obsession/ I’m on the front lines with my weapon/ I am the last hope/