Suffix

[Verse 1] Kickin rocks on the block, tellin all the OG's I be comin for ya spot, when ya not lookin Hot cookin mama got it on the kitchen table I thank God we were always able to Get the leather couch, big screen, cable too Nintendo when them good grades came through Then the cooked k's came through Some soft some stepped on, but we kept on And I slept with the work plenty nights Thought I heard niggas comin thought I saw the cop lights but I was dreamin, then I woke the junkies was still fiendin And I had coke so, I had hope you may say that its wrong But I ain't talkin to ya child I'm talkin to this song I'm just, doin a buck down memory lane If I crash just pick up my brain And yes, my niggas the same but they quicker to bang And if they do then I'm the nigga you blame So I shoot first anyway And I would do the honors any day And tell ya honor he a bitch to his face And whip through the stage like I whip through the yay Show ya ass how to take 4 and get 8 And it don't take four niggas to get straight The only hot boy eatin' off this plate: Young Weezy baby, that's what ya bitch say Give her ass a location and a template Show her how to work the interstate Stop workin with that thinner weight Getcha brakes fixed Stop playin, cause all we know is gun-play Trip while ya fall and my clip gone be empty When the stomachs get empty anything's tempting Ain't nobody safe when it's for the kidd's sake Hurricane wiped us out like a earthquake We tryna save face, but we ain't gotta place To stay, so they made us evacuate We on our way pussies, relocate Y'all know us when you see us putcha jewels up Putcha cars putcha clothes putcha shoes up Its that serious yes homie pick the news up It wasn't good nigga, think about the hood nigga [Bridge] The people who ain't, never had shit ain't gon never have shit Bullshit, cause they still gon try to manage Niggas doing anything like I don't understand em But please understand this Niggas with money lost mansions Niggas with nothin lost families Lives lost in traffic Water up to the attic There goes the stashes [Verse 2] But a nigga got passion Even though the bounce back seeming like magic Shit, well call me Sigfried Watch how I turn one key to a hundred G's Yeah, dear summer, summer breeze: Summer please know I live for ya Throw on the wife beater let back the lid for ya A few years I'll probably hear from ya But now I'm here for ya I know niggas that'll shed a tear for ya Behind bars tryin to get to ya,and probably never see ya This that real talk if ya ever heard it homie Shit hurts so much I might have to hurt ya homie No commercial no frontin no curve on it No cut tell life, "so what?" The droughts here not only white's slowed up The weed's slowed up, we can't even roll up Fuck it, put a dent in the money too But that's the last thing cause hustle is what we do Hustle with what? how we gettin on? Where hes sittin at? what hes sittin on Stand up if you know its true The end of the world comin and my city the proof, damn Chyea, and this if after disaster This ain't rap this is recap Steppin off the G-4 still strapped Bust ya head in the air that's a skycap Have my car pick me up where I arrive at Drop the work off cause it don't go where i reside at Garbage bags filled up with dollars Dead presidents gotta dump the bodies Birdman as long as we gone eat, then everybody gon eat off me Feet off ground, fingers to the stars, reachin And I'ma get there through these bars, believe me I'm down for the cause, even, when everything pause I can see it I'ma leader, me, the son of Jacita Fuck the world not the people