DJ Muggs
Last Supper
[Intro: Eto]
Uh, New Crack Era
Uh, Hells Roof, n***a
Yeah, yo

[Verse 1: Eto]
Respect the ring, kiss the throne
You gonna let a swinger pick a bone?
Broke together, rich alone, together we starve
I'm wake, you get the service with the memory card
Thus far, they ain't try me yet, I show remorse too
But there's only a few things that I regret
Can't buy respect, can't purchase heart
But I can sell his head for a verse he bought
Ever see me in court, won't see me on the bench
You'll see me with my lawyer, n***a, we in defence
I had a streak with a temps, I ain't speak on the fence
Don't put your two cents in if you ain't speakin' with sense
Drop a dime on your men and you still do a quarter
Check out on a nickel, I'ma kill you with aura
Oh, I feel your fedora, I'ma let you tell it
'Cause I can't tell you the game, but I can let you sell it

[Chorus: Eto]
If you willin' to, n***as won't hold your hand, that's what women do
Smooth criminal forte, let the villains through
They won't let us, haha, no
There's a cold spot in Hell for n***as like us

[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
I don't have kids, just clothes, cars, and cribs
Chains and machines to make fragments out your ribs
Count a lil' paper (Uh), sip a lil' wine (Uh)
I don't really need much help, I'm just fine (I'm sellin')
Street apprentice, Creed Aventus
Leave the benches, we relentless, speak incentives (Uh)
Talk motivation
If you ain't about that bread, it's no relation
Extra, extra, so we got a different texture
My bitches do everything like Siri and Alexa
Applyin' pressure, flyin' fresher, buy a measure
Word to the pieces of silk inside my dresser
No brainer, keep work inside the strainer
My re-up money's like a house in Pennsylvania

[Chorus: Eto]
If you willin' to, n***as won't hold your hand, that's what women do
Smooth criminal forte, let the villains through
They won't let us, haha, no
There's a cold spot in Hell for n***as like us

[Outro: Eto]
Hells Roof, n***a, uh
Rochester, New York
Them n***as scared, bro
Bully foot
Word, New Crack Era
Summers, yeah

[Skit]
Thank God, Mo, it's on
You gotta b-
Mo, you gotta [unintelligible], man, [unintelligible]
You gotta go, Mo, you a rock daddy guy?
You on rock? Huh?
How's it going?
Huh?
Hi
What? You gon' tell the police? You the police?
Are you recording this?
No