Til My Last Breath Songtext
von Nas

It′s like the military
You see soldiers marchin'
With orders to knock it out the park

And we all about the shmoney (yeah)
And it′s all about this money (oh, yeah)
Yeah, y'all know we 'bout to run it
And you know we ′bout to run it

Yeah, I g-, yeah, I get it ′cross state lines (state lines)
King's Disease, going KD, going Trey 5 (Trey 5)
All net like I′m starting for the Nets (for the Nets)
Base to base, I might suit up for the Mets (for the Mets)

YG's, OG′s, represent the 'jects (the ′jects)
I'm applying pressure, I see why she pressed (why she pressed)
When she with me she GloRilla, FNF (FNF)
N-A-S, I'm steppin′ ′til my last breath (my last breath)

I'm bigger than algorithms if I′m being direct
Used to play McGruff, freestyles on cassette
Patties and cocoa bread, skunk trees from the dread
While the D's and the Feds watching


Before New York had Bloods, before L.A. had Suge
Before the South had Percy Miller or Thug
I was home reading a book, top speed, probably a blunt
A can of Sprite, and a chopped cheese, now it′s hamachi

I ain't commercialized, how can they stop me?
Got two fists up in the air, top of the steps like Rocky
Tired of picking up clothes, I got a personal shopper
Got a Grammy, got an Emmy, next a Tony or Oscar, yeah

Yeah, I g-, yeah, I get it ′cross state lines (state lines)
King's Disease, going KD, going Trey 5 (Trey 5)
All net like I'm starting for the Nets (for the Nets)
Base to base, I might suit up for the Mets (for the Mets)

YG′s, OG′s, represent the 'jects (the ′jects)
I'm applying pressure, I see why she pressed (why she pressed)
When she with me she for real, FNF (FNF)
N-A-S, I′m steppin' ′til my last breath (my last breath)

And we all about the shmoney (shmoney)
And it's all about this money (yeah)
Yeah, y'all know we ′bout to run it
And you know we ′bout to run it


Ayo, I just landed, Richard on my right hand
40 on my nightstand, hundred on my left pinky
Billion of y'all wanna be me, told shorty, "Come and see me
Bring a friend, ′cause I'm greedy," bought her a bag, double CC

Political correctness, hecklers are more respected than the one giving the message on stage, it′s messed up
We can't say anything without offending
So now my mouth is in the jailhouse with cases pending
First Amendment, you replaced it, rigged it

Dumbed it down is not an option
Some of it I understand, take the power from me, that′s the bigger plan
Modify, try to stop it
I'ma ride, keep hittin' (yeah), keep pitchin′
I′m colossal, can't stop my survival

Just landed, AP on my left wrist
Tell shorty come bless this, had a bad one in Texas
Unbothered, well rested, bad one at Essence
We bring it back to the essence
Got the verse done, ′bout to text Hit (text Hit)

Yeah, I g-, yeah, I get it 'cross state lines (state lines)
King′s Disease, going KD, going Trey 5 (Trey 5)
All net like I'm starting for the Nets (for the Nets)
Base to base, I might suit up for the Mets (for the Mets)

YG′s, OG's, represent the 'jects (the ′jects)
I′m applying pressure, I see why she pressed (why she pressed)
When she with me she GloRilla, FNF (FNF)
N-A-S, I'm steppin′ 'til my last breath (my last breath)

And we all about the shmoney
And you know we ′bout to run it (yeah)
And you know we 'bout to run it
Run it up

Yeah, yeah
Hit-Boy, Esco
Tony Fontana
Let′s go
What's up?