Last Breath Lyrics - Philadelphia Eagles 3 - Meek Mill

[Intro - Rick Ross] 

Nigga, long as you livin' how you wanna live 

Niggas gon' talk about you 

And that's completely fine with me (Believe that, nigga) 

Niggas only salute niggas that's dead, and niggas in prison (Living legends) 

I wanna ball though 

[Hook - Rick Ross] 

I'm ballin' til my very last breath 

I'm ballin' til my very last breath 

Just bought me a yacht, Waikiki or not 

Still sippin' that syrup, might front you a block 

I'm ballin' til my very last breath 

I'm ballin' til my very last breath 

Just bought me a Benz, just bought me a Rolls 

I pay for that pussy, I go shopping for hoes 

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[Verse 1 - Rick Ross] 

I got a house on my neck, my Panamera my pet 

We bought ringside seats, and got a brick I can pet 

Money, power respect, I took your bitch with finesse 

Chickens jumping like checkers, but this game is chess 

What's at stake is your freedom, niggas paying the price 

When the judge drop the mallet, all he said was life 

Nigga damn near fainted, barely stare at your wife 

Brother took all your clothes, whip, sneakers, and ice 

Got me holding my nuts, while I'm rolling the dice 

760 new Beamer, got me rolling in white 

Very few that you trust, better keep in your sight 

Thinking I'm doing wrong, when these niggas ain't right 

[Hook] 

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[Verse 2 - Meek Mill] 

I just scooped me a BM 

And bought me a Rolls 

When I pulled up on niggas, I swear they thought I was Hov 

All my mixtapes platinum, niggas thought I was gold 

I heard them suckas was hatin', I'm fucking all of they hoes 

So I don't blame 'em, no I don't knock 'em 

But if they play my dogs, we slay 'em, I'm talkin' pop 'em 

Want some attention, hall-of-fame 'em, they talkin' bout us 

Acting like bitches 'til we spray 'em, get the coffin out ya 

We all about it, ahhhhh 

I'm ballin' till my very last breath 

I hustle like I'm on my last check! 

And I ain't even in my bag yet 

I wake up in the morning, where the cash at, GO! 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3 - Rick Ross] 

All I see is this money, never hate with your niggas 

Better pray to your maker, before you war with the sinner 

Ask forgiveness for mine, so I know that I'm good 

All them niggas we robbed, trips T man took 

Talkin' panhandle pimpin, niggas Chevy was lemon 

Nigga dressing in linen, bases loaded first inning 

Taking over the checks, relocating the tenants 

Pulling open your vest, motivation is spinach 

I gotta handle my business, I pay my mortgages first 

When you cross a super-soaker I bet your water get burst 

Ain't no love on this side, just jealous niggas who ride 

Until the day that you die, just hold your head to the sky 

[Verse 4 - Birdman] 

Ballin' till my last breath 

Uptown, flashy life with my Smith & Wess 

Hallways, choppa boys everyday 

Spend your bank full of hundred B's in your face 

My lil nephew was a born killa 

Real nigga on the field, killa kill nigga 

'Til I showed him how to cook a bird 

Killa nigga nigga only if I finna work 

Matches up in every town 

Puttin' it down, hold it down for my fuckin' rounds 

All day gunplay, everyday rocked out nigga in every way 

[Hook]