[Intro: Lioness]
I close my eyes and I see darkness
I open my eyes and I see darkness
Who is the light?
What is the light?
Where is the light?
[Verse 1: Price]
Yea they call me Price
I got my cash right
World full of darkness
We the last lights
12 years old I found my Uncle Junior crack pipe
All this division only helped me get my math right
Now I'm feeling my best
I got my foot on they necks
UFC with the tapout
Lights off I'm a blackout
GPS when I act out
I got the whole shit mapped out
IE in my background
I bet that nigga never back down
[Verse 2: Oktane]
Yea they call me Oktane boy now let's get busy
IE I rep my city
None of y'all messing with me
It's too much faulty movement going I stay to myself
I lost friends lost ends never lose myself
The Hardy boys of this game we won't lose the belt
You gon' need more than your gang nigga who's your help?
I been shuttin' up puttin' up I only move in stealth
Me and my people all I see I don't see nothing else
[Verse 3: Price]
Too much doubt I gotta shine it's now or never
I gave y'all too much time to get your shit together, yes
Accepting county calls from bro like keep your head up
For everytime I got let down I never let up
Got crooked cops conning me in my economy
Real nigga award I gotta be the only nominee
The homies want the act, in quality and quantities
And I just want liberation I just want equality
[Verse 4: Oktane]
WWE smackdown, Shaq in the paint back down
How you niggas wanna act now?
Pull up black on black now
Ooh, I groove
You watchin all my moves
Something you shouldn't do
That's exactly how you lose
I just need a couple trees put them in rotation
You wouldn't last 10 Seconds in my situation
Tho we lost, mistakin'
Every day is a vacation
We was workin' you was waitin'
Now they outside hatin'
We livin'
[Hook]
Livin like it's my last night
Bring the vibes
We the last lights
Money, bags, women, weed
Save your soul
Flood the streets
Livin like it's my last night
Bring the vibes
We the last lights
Money, bags, women, weed
Save your soul
Run the streets
[Verse 5: Price]
Real recognize real
And you don't look real familiar
Niggas know we'll win this
We was eatin' oatmeal for dinner
Slap boxin' with Daedae
My pops eatin off JPay
I heard all the new albums
They make me wanna take a vacation
[Verse 6: Oktane]
Shit that sounds like a payday
So what's going down nigga mayday
Say no mas link up
Girl call your squad, link up
Caught you with your feet up
Now it's time for re-up
Like heating Cali when the sun out
We ain't never finna run out
[Verse 7: Price]
500 on my come out
A young nigga gon' bet it though
Free my dogs on level 4
You can't score if you don't set a goal
Bet you still ain't on nothing
You niggas still broke clubbin'
You niggas still on a budget
You niggas still holding grudges
I can't relate
But at this rate I'm straight
I'm fully high, you Dave Chappelle boy, you only half baked
Let me see that ass shake, let me see that ass shake
Better do it now Mama told me that we in the last days
[Verse 8: Oktane]
Last days last nights 'least we get to see 'em
Not them boys that would join them
We would rather be them
Some hate me some wanna date me I don't ever meet'em
I just take the game and beat it
Leave 'em thinkin' that we cheatin'
Tired of this people sleepin'
Relaxin' like it's the weekend
The white girls on the weekend
That white girl I got'em tweakin
You'll get it later I'm eatin'
It's rude for me to be speakin'
With food in my mouth I'm leavin'
Still got the beat in my teeth
I'm gone
[Verse 9: Price]
Yea Westside where they banging and the Crumbella's at
Yea Westside
Yea Westside all I ever wanted was a cadillac
Yes Price got more lines than a Battle Rapper
I'm the goat when I snap
I must remind y'all that
I'm way too far ahead that's why they talk behind my back
But I fake [?]
A lot of haters I made fans
Steph Curry with the game plan
Good Vibe Tribe that's my [?]
[Hook]
Livin like it's my last night
Bring the vibes
We the last lights
Money, bags, women, weed
Save your soul
Flood the streets
Livin like it's my last night
Bring the vibes
We the last lights
Money, bags, women, weed
Save your soul
Run the streets
