Suspect Feat PRO ERA Capital STEEZ CJ Fly Chuck Strangers Dyemond Lewis NYCk Caution Kirk
Suspect niggas don't come outside You might get your wig pushed back tonight Said I deserve my respect Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third eye shit Suspect niggas don't come outside You might get your wig pushed back tonight I deserve my respect Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third eye shit
[Verse 1: Capital Steez] Started blazing and star gazing See how you can reach your farthest aspirations It's like holy matrimony in The Matrix It ain't shit, they just call it a strange shift Cold feet cause I'm on thin ice It's alright besides the fact I want it all in one night Like, you can't skip steps is the best Even though the vets hold a .47 with a vest Now that's a wise investment Or a concept to try and hide divine intentions It's like, let em hate, stay calm and meditate When life has the lemons it's time to eliminate More sour than lemonade, anyways Different days, different highs, different haze Kama Sutra with miss Mary Jane And the karma suits her, she a vibrant thang
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[Verse 2: CJ Fly] You niggas is suspect and I'm just a ruffneck That wasn't breaking pencil tips when I would bust lead I puff meds and leave chumps fed and punks dead Her cunt wet she getting rough sex no sunset I like a chick with a buck tooth yeah it could get fucked too We keep one eye open they sus too Never tell em my government make any covenant bitches be loving it Say not to put a glove on it some funny shit You must've thought I was a dummy Miss I feed lines to felines just to get up in their tummies quick Yeah you got tricks but I got five more So any game you try to play you better know I got the high score You better settle down cause you not on my level now The Pros is semi-circle they can tell the world you get around Some niggas clowns what's the shit about They used to doubt now they see us sprout and I'm out
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[Verse 3: Chuck Strangers] When I was thirteen I was bad, rapping about guns we never had Now we smoke raws with filter tips, old homies talking shit Said you was best of mine but you stay plotting on that dime Thought cause we was cool before that we gon' take yo ass on tour fuck nah This my chance to get it How you entitled to my shine, nigga you ain't help me get it Now these niggas see me getting it, check the statements on my debit My profile get requested but I never hit accept Hit the sour to the chest, I reflect When I was fourteen, up late, eyes glued to the sampler screen Eyes beam, cause we can make it better Smoking on that Jack Herer, welcome to the Progressive Era
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[Verse 4: Dyemond Lewis] And brains don't matter But tell me what really matters when you pissed off at the world Like you got a crazy bladder and Momma always said that shit don't come on silver platters So I gather my thoughts And make use of all these synonyms Cause I could never swallow the truth Like it's cinnamon Excuse me if I'm militant the sinning men in my hood Could leave a nigga quivering like goddamn Deliver him the venom and his liver is corrupting all his ligaments Now he's at a standstill so tell me if he'll live again The fire in his heart, still seem to be simmering Now take that little simmer and turn it into adrenaline Penicillin could not stop the drive he be giving em like Mad fours (Fords) and fast forward let's get to the part where his recourse Could forward him a couple fours like Lord Ain't he gifted, Christmas just doesn't fit him I need my own holiday and by the way I'mma possibly on Monopoly and all McDonald's property Cause I won't live in poverty like
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[Verse 5: NYCk Caution] In the clouds come and find me son, I'm flier than Hermione Homie tripping got em so