Lil Wayne — Suffix

[Intro] Yeah Suffix, people Chyeah You know You, you, you already Yeah C'mon [Verse] Kicking rocks on the block, telling all the OGs: "I be coming for your spot when you're not looking" Hot cooking, 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 Ks came through Some soft, some stepped-on, but we kept on And I slept with the work plenty nights Thought I heard niggas coming, thought I saw the cop lights, but I was dreaming, then I woke The junkies was still fiending, and I had coke so I had hope; you may say that its wrong But I ain't talking to your child, I'm talking to this song I'm just doing 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 your honor he a bitch to his face And whip through the stage like I whip through the yay Show your ass how to take four and get eight And it don't take four niggas to get straight The only Hot Boy eating off this plate: Young Weezy Baby, that's what your bitch say Give her ass a location and a temp plate Show her how to work the interstate Stop working with that thinner weight, get your brakes fixed Stop playing, 'cause all we know is gunplay Trip while you full and my clip gon' be empty When the stomachs get empty, anything's tempting Ain't nobody safe when it's for the kids' sake Hurricane wiped us out like a earthquake We tryna save face, but we ain't got a place To stay, so they made us evacuate We on our way, pussies, relocate Y'all know us, when you see us, put your jewels up Put your cars, put your clothes, put your shoes up It's that serious, homie, pick the news up It wasn't good, nigga, think about the hood, nigga 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, God gon' understand 'em But please understand this: niggas with money lost mansions Niggas with nothing lost families, lives lost in traffic Water up to the attic, there goes the stashes But a nigga got passion Even though the bounce-back seeming like magic Shit... Well, call me Siegfried Watch how I turn one key to a hundred Gs Yeah, dear summer, summer breeze: Summer, please, know I live for you Throw on the wife-beater, let back the lid for you A few years I probably hear from you, but now I'm here for you I know niggas that shed a tear for you Behind bars, tryna get to you, and probably never see you This that real talk if you ever heard it, homie Shit hurts so much, might have to hurt you, homie No commercial, no fronting, no curve on it No cut; tell life, "So what?" The drought's 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 getting on? Where he sitting at? What he sitting on? Stand up if you know it's true The end of the world coming, and my city the proof, damn Shit... And this is after disaster This ain't rap, this a recap Stepping off the G4, still strapped Bust your head in the air, that's a sky-cap 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 gon' eat Then everybody eat off me Feet off ground, fingers to the stars, reaching And I'ma get there through these bars, believe me I'm down for the cause, even When everything pause, I'm proceeding I'm a leader, meet the son of Jacida Fuck the world, not the people, damn!