Final Hour
Final Hour” I seen friends turn ghost when the light ain’t bright, Same ones who rode with me when the vibe was right, Now they silent, ain’t a text, ain’t a call in sight, But when the cameras start flashing, they recite my life. I gave love, gave game, gave blood, gave pain, Now they whisper in the wind like I ain’t paved lanes, Took a shot for the team, but the team ain’t stay, Now I wonder when I’m gone, will they curse my name? When the walls close in and the fame all fades, Will you still ride with me or throw dirt on my grave? If they drag my name, will you stand through the rain? Or switch like the seasons when the money don’t pay? They love you when you up, but when you down, you a meme, They was riding in the coupe, now they ghost on the scene, Man, I seen it all change like the hands of time, One minute they your brother, next they crossing the line. I ain’t perfect, I been reckless, I been lost in the stress, But I never sold my soul, never lied for a check, If the feds came knocking, would you hold it or fold? Would you swear on my name or let the truth be sold? Legends die young, but the words live long, Will they quote what I said? Will they say I was wrong? If the history books rewrite my name, Would you still scream loud, or would you let me fade?
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Final Hour” I seen friends turn ghost when the light ain’t bright, Same ones who rode with me when the vibe was right, Now they silent, ain’t a text, ain’t a call in sight, But when the cameras start flashing, they recite my life. I gave love, gave game, gave blood, gave pain, Now they whisper in the wind like I ain’t paved lanes, Took a shot for the team, but the team ain’t stay, Now I wonder when I’m gone, will they curse my name? When the walls close in and the fame all fades, Will you still ride with me or throw dirt on my grave? If they drag my name, will you stand through the rain? Or switch like the seasons when the money don’t pay? They love you when you up, but when you down, you a meme, They was riding in the coupe, now they ghost on the scene, Man, I seen it all change like the hands of time, One minute they your brother, next they crossing the line. I ain’t perfect, I been reckless, I been lost in the stress, But I never sold my soul, never lied for a check, If the feds came knocking, would you hold it or fold? Would you swear on my name or let the truth be sold? Legends die young, but the words live long, Will they quote what I said? Will they say I was wrong? If the history books rewrite my name, Would you still scream loud, or would you let me fade?