D Smoke Last Supper Lyrics

[Instrumental] (Live Version)

[Intro] (Live Version)
This one's for love, for mothers that's grieving
It's for that dreamer in that class that's underachieving
This for believers whose faith is all that's keeping them breathing
This the garden of Eden, this for all of my heathens
This one's for Inglewood, both in Chicago and Cali
This one's for Manchester and Crenshaw, for Rally's
Happy moments happen to be sprinkled throughout half of these tragedies
Actually, I just start embracing change
It's safe to say that growth is an uncomfortable process
And pain is a necessary investment for progress
I stress that if you ever get ill or hurt against your will
It's just a quiz from God, this is our test, ah, yes
This time it's gonna be different
I'ma bless the world with honest quotes in every sentence
And get better every moment just like Beverly mentioned
Hard times but never resentment, I stay forever relentless
Let's go

[Verse 1]
Keep it 100, I be feelin' like who, who? Nobody
These niggas finally understand when I land, I'm the man
f*ck you thought this was?
Nigga from Japan to the land
Suckers know what's up
Nigga, I'm praying they over-stand me
Every kid need a hero, I'm trynna be uncle Stan Lee
RIP, all I see is concrete
Burned rubber glass scattered on the concrete
I heard lover lives matter so when hearts leak
Blood drippin' live patterns
So my ink write in red when it splatter
Don't flatter me, nigga

[Bridge]
Save your compliments Already know that my flow is bomb as shit
We can toast to our old accomplishments
But I'd rather coast, move forward and talk my shit
They told me:

[Hook]
Eat, smoke, take your time
It's a long dinner
Eat, smoke, take your time
It's a long dinner
Eat, smoke, take your time
It's a long dinner
It's one king and a few brothers
The last supper

[Verse 2]
Keep it 100, I be feeling like
Campbell's Soup over white rice
Baked chicken with the skin on
Lawry's with black pepper, I'm fully seasoned
With half the effort, ask my nigga Bad Boy, I been on
I'm a pit with a bunch of labs in the kennel
Papa Sticks used to pour it back 'til he went on
Drop a fifth and reach in a bag and make him pull out a sack
To relax, and pass the blunt like communion
I know we friends but nigga, Jesus was homies with Judas
Don't be the nigga lookin' at your homeboy like
“How could you do this?”
Smile in your face then as soon as you walk away
He wishin' you're ruined
Now you lookin' foolish
But still you say:

[Hook]
Eat, smoke, take your time
It's a long dinner
Eat, smoke, take your time
It's a long dinner
Eat, smoke, take your time
It's a long dinner
Eat, smoke, take your time
It's a long dinner

[Outro]
Eat, smoke, take your time
It's a long dinner
Eat, smoke, take your time
It's a long dinner
Eat, smoke, take your time
It's a long dinner
Eat, smoke, take your time
It's a long, yeah