Sam In The Suit Lyrics

I wake up in the morning trynna find what Ima do

I think I'll take the Beamer out and spark an L up for a cruise

Keep my Backwood rolled up fat, cause she eat up all da Blues

Ian lie for my life I'm droppin' 5 star reviews

And my Niggas all got bank too we up and that's the goal

You sick as fuck, to old friends who picked up the side to fold

It's all love, I can see yo 9 to 5 is gettin' old

You coulda tried but you's a bitch

And I'm The Human Common Cold nigga

Up n around like a World Wide Mob Figga

Stuck yous' a duck, splash wit' the gold diggas

Lite em' upupupupup

I've had enough, You's a bold nigga

Buh wuh wuh uh huh, shut you up, body cold nigga

Luck luck luck luck luck

That what you need, you some fuck niggas

Won't buck niggas, CRACK, you struck nigga

Yall dunce niggas, not Runtz niggas

Brizzy double z's and he gon' make the beat run nigga

I'm takin' yo bitch n I'm givin' her back

As long as I'm black I'm concealin' the mac

Cuz niggas be stupid they feenin' to jack

Too bad, lemme just keep it a stack

Mackin' for nothin' you niggas be broke, a joke, bored so you looking for smoke

Go get ya own, Real Niggas ain't taking no shit

Try to take mine and I'll empty the clip

Do It for Mama move past all the trauma

My siblings too, shoutout to my Father

You been through it all, kept minimal drama

Life movin' too fast, I'm missin' Obama

Through all of the strife, settin' my kids up for life

Holdin' it down for my wife, and you know

She gon' keep it realist w me

I ring-up da Queen Brizzy off of the scene

Ima just keep it a bean, you is a bitch, or we a team

Just don't bro if you don't know you bein Joe

Now you's a hoe, cuz them fakes if they down bad

It's yo bro bussin' through yo door

You'll never know, envy lurkin' so jus fuck the status quo

And find yo team and make progression and if not just stay alone

Gang said I'm Holly-what? Yea I'm pickin' up the phone

It's been all fam since school was quick to wanna send a nigga home

I jus' hustle w this music shit refuse to take a loan

Trynna take my money? Yeah bitch that's funny

Actin dummy get you sent, to The Land of Milk and Honey

I ain't talking to my niggas, no sir this goes to you

Big Ole Sam Inna Suit, should I think before I shoot

Keep at this rap shit, Let It Shine I'm the Truth

Let It Shine in the booth, to the elder & the youth

Brizzy spitting off the dome, nigga take it back home

And I'm kickin' in yo doe nigga, knockin' out yo flow nigga