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Up For Nothing The Last Rope

want it to be Your only friends are the ones you?ll never see And you?re falling just as hard as you can This is the last chance This is the last rope

finishing up, what you ain't even begin to do when your backs against the ropes it's either him or you yaa??ll ain't so important that my words are meant for

on grinding when you kinda broke That helps you to keep composure up around your folk That keeps from trying to wrap a rope around your throat Don't choke, you feeling like giving up

to represent me, yea! Im out for dead fuckin presidents to represent me!-The warm up! Yea, the warm up!-yea the warm up (This is, the warm up!) Verse

how Rosa Parks done it for us How she stayed behind bars and she done it for us And she stayed behind bars till she won it for us Sometimes I wanna give

gives something for nothing A wallchart for his heart a victim of all his desires Sometimes he dreams of a scratch me scratch me section A rope ladder of hair a Babylon for

wait on the row for the man To test the rope, he'll slip around my throat and silence me On the day he was tried, no witness testified Nothing but evidence

burden on another friend. So when I've sweated on my farewell stage, when I've wrote my last hook in my last rhyme book, when I get the last nod of approval

Friends with my foes so my peers are annoyed Everyday they just watch me cry tears of joy I don't care for the ploy, came up from being hella broke You