[Intro: Last Days]
(D.Tracks [?])
L-L-Last Days, I'm checkin' in
Yeah

[Verse 1: Last Days]
Hunnid on my arm, yeah, that's forty karats (I'm blingin')
N***** dyin' on the spot if they try to grab it (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
I'm gettin' to the money, that's my only habit (That's my only habit)
Told my bitch I'd rather die before I did it average (No lie)
So, I did it big like B.I. (Like B.I.)
You n***** spendin' tiny money like T.I. (Like T.I.)
I always been that n**** and you see why
I even took my money chances on the V.I. (On the V.I.)
Baggin' and flippin' like I was on the strip (Woo)
I came home more than rich, I made these n***** sick (Can't stomach it)
They had looks of disgust while gettin' on the bus (Hahaha)
I was thinkin' 'bout the loot while hoppin' out the coupе (Vroom)
We never been thе same n****, we different (Yeah, we different)
You was gettin' handouts while I was pitchin' (I was pitchin')
My mother really had work, was in the kitchen ([?])
We walk up and kill shit, not from a distance

[Chorus: Last Days & Benny the Butcher]
If momma got the money (Money), and poppa chase the money (Money)
Who am I to fuck up tradition? (Woo)
Who am I to fuck up tradition? (Woo)
Who am I? Who am I?
If momma got the money (Money), and poppa chase the money (Money)
Who am I to fuck up tradition? (Woo)
Who am I to fuck up tradition? (Woo)
Who am I? Who am I? (Yo, what I do? Uh)
[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
I took my bitches to the mall, bought Gucci's in three sizes
I got mine hustlin' and duckin' police sirens (Huh?)
Find the blocks, lay it, then pay neighbors to keep quiet
I made work blow up in pots to beat prices (Yo, my wrist still good)
Skipped college, I could've won me like three Heisman's
The head a A+ but the pussy a C- (Ahh)
Street n***** run the world, I'm active, we biased (Yeah)
Nowadays you gotta talk to a rapper like he wired
Uh, word to every half I flipped, I earned all the cash I get
Money under mattresses from cocaine establishments
I don't know who expected, one day I'd be too connected
I got a few Rolexes (What else?), designer shoe collection (Uh-huh)
Fonz doin' twenty, they could've booked us too (Free my n****)
I'm doin' better than the n***** that I looked up to
You know it's karma, money good, respect last longer
T-T-T-That's the type of shit I'm sayin' to my daughter (You givin' her game)
I ran up and down the block, used to take a week to sell a quarter
Now both wrists look like water (Let's go)
And I really did Fed time (Fed time), that stress on a n**** hairline
This game full of choker chains and hair dye
Let's go

[Chorus: Last Days]
If momma got the money (Money), and poppa chase the money (Money)
Who am I to fuck up tradition? (Woo)
Who am I to fuck up tradition? (Woo)
Who am I? Who am I?
If momma got the money (Money), and poppa chase the money (Money)
Who am I to fuck up tradition? (Woo)
Who am I to fuck up tradition? (Woo)
Who am I? Who am I?