Lil Wayne - Suffix

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Lil Wayne:
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 the good grades came through
then the cooked haze 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 fiendin, and i had coke so, i had hope ya may say that its wrong, but i aint talkin to ya child im talkin to this song
im just, doin a bump 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 im the nigga to blame,
so i shoot first anyway, and i would do the honors anyday, and tell ya honor he a bitch to his face, and whip through the state like i whip through the yay
show ya ass on how to take 4 and make 8. and it dont take four niggas to get straight, the only hot boy leavin off this plane,
young, weezy baby, thats what ya bitch say, give ya ass a location and a template, show her how to work tha interstate, stop workin with that thinner weight, gecha rims fixed
stop playin, cause all we know is gunplay
trip while ya fall and my clip guna be empty
when the stomachs get empty anything's tempting, aint nobody safe when its for the kids sake,
the hurricane wiped us out like a earthquake, we trying to say grace, but we aint gotta place to stay, so they made us evacuate
we on our way pussies, relocate
yall know us when you see us putcha jewels up, putcha cars putcha clothes putcha shoes up,
its that simple yes homie pick the news up, it wasnt good nigga think about the hood nigga
the people who aint, never had shit aint gon never have shit
bullshit, cause they still gon try to manage, niggas do anything like i dont understand em, but please understand us
niggas with money lost mansions
niggas with nothin lost families
lives lost from traffic, water up to the attic, there goes the stashes
but a nigga got passion, even though the bounce back seemin like magic
chyeaaa, but call me sigfried,
watch how i turn one key to a hundred G's,then summer,summer breeze, someone please know i live for ya, throw on the wife beater like that to live for ya, a few years probably hear from ya, but now im here for ya, i know niggas thatd 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 hurt so much i might have to hurt ya homie, no commercial no frontin no curve on it, no car tel like so what? the droughts here not only white's slowed up, the weed's slowed up, we cant even roll up, fuck, put a dent in the money too, but thats 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, yea, chyea, and this if after disaster, this aint rap this is recap
steppin off the G-4 still strapped
bust ya head in the air thats a skycap, have my car pick me up where i arrive at, drop the work off cause it dont go where i reside at
garbage bags filled up with dollars,dead presidents gotta dump the bodies
birdman as long as we gon eat, then everybody gon eat off me
feet off ground, fingers to the stars, reachin, and ima get there through these bars, believe me,
im down for the cause, even, when everything pause i can see it, ima leader, me, the son of the cita
fuck the world not the people