[Verse 1: Rowlan]
I seen the things they want me talking
And the clique they want me with
They want me single out in LA
Running through these Taylor Swifts'
They want my head on something lucid
But the party must go on
Want a 9-11 driving
With two towers on my lawn
That hold the fence around my house
In my pool with something crazy
Now a days I can't just dive
Cause all these ladies want my babies
Slowly embraced the come up from the floor through rich and poor
Now I got soul I never sold, that means my soul, is truly yours'
I’m the weird one, I’m the true one
Making waves you should ride it
Went from f*ck no, to a maybe
To a, finish inside it
I seen the QB throwing bootlegs
But I don’t run that route
The type of man that check you rappers
And slash your spouse in your house
The hieroglyphic king
Speaking knowledge well polished to flings
She gave me brain til' I looked stupid I’ll never learn her again
I bring the east coast to the Valley and make a sound that they need
Smash the industry til' it finish me looking up on its' knees, please


[Chorus: Mickey Shiloh]
Last call
Last call for you
Last call last call for you people
Last call
Last call for you
Last call last call for you people
Last call


[Verse 2: Rowlan]
Yo let me speak my final piece how I’m the king where I’m from
Stop doing polls and Facebook statuses, that make you look dumb
That whole island hold me down, well everybody with sense
Cause I don’t sell a thing but music, and I’m as real as it gets
But let me dive up in this lane, and mention why the worlds lame
Cause people glorify a lifestyle you can never maintain
It ends somewhere every time, and you can’t really beat it
These rappers write you up this story, then go and believe it
You gotta see
They don’t live the repercussions stupid you do
Illest thing not playing
Since your sprint phone opened Youtube
The realest and illest killers texting my phone like how you been
Diminish you pigeons
To fit this image of a modern king
I stand before the land with all these fans
Who on command would tear the roof off just for proof
That they would shoot, all for the man
I don’t ever press that button
But I’m feeling like I should
I work my self half to death
So til’ then my fam is, good


[Chorus: Mickey Shiloh]
Last call
Last call for you
Last call last call for you people
Last call
Last call for you
Last call last call for you people
Last call