Last of a Dying Breed Clymax & K-Rino

[Chorus: Clymax]
Last of a dying breed
People ain’t real no mo’
Homies don’t chill no mo’
So I can’t heal my soul
And I can’t feel no hope
‘cause I’m just by myself
The real ones gone
I’m tryna be strong
But man, I ain’t got no help

Last of a dying breed
People ain’t real no mo’
Homies don’t chill no mo’
So I can’t heal my soul
And I can’t feel no hope
‘cause I’m just by myself
The real ones gone
I’m tryna be strong
But man, I ain’t got no help

[Verse 1: Clymax]
Last of a dying breed, the real ones gone extinct
I’m tryna prevail, been fighting myself, that’s why I just bob and weave
I gotta watch the streets, I’m an endangered speciеs
Homies they change likе seasons, but I still [chamber?] secrets on how I can’t get even
Giving they think is easy
They say that I’m brave and seasoned, but I feel pain and grievance
Man, for the strangest reasons, so I arrange these pieces
I’m writing the greatest thesis, but the world may not read it…
‘cause I might pass too early?
Scared that my hands too dirty? (Who?)
Dodging these rats that surface (Who?)
Loyalty can’t be purchased (huh)
Every day another real one will fall
But I’m right here, they gotta deal with it, dawg