Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Suddenly, artist - A$AP Rocky. Date of issue: 10.01.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Suddenly |
| I swear this famous shit just happened overnight |
| For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite |
| All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites |
| But I’m pimpin' nigga, Dolemite |
| I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine |
| Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine |
| Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne |
| Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme |
| Wassup, what’s on your mind? |
| Hol' up, I’m feeling fine |
| Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I’m Eazy-E up in his prime |
| Another young nigga with a attitude |
| I guess that’s why the crackers kept me after school |
| Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser |
| Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain’t respect us |
| On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar |
| Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors |
| We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights |
| And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds |
| And click left two down, that’s four kids but one lived |
| Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch |
| That’s everyday shit, shit we used to that |
| Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass |
| Don’t view me as no conscious cat, this ain’t no conscious rap |
| Fuck the conscious crap, my mac’ll push your conscience back |
| I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa |
| Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda |
| Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha |
| With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers |
| I’m bout it bout it, nigga ain’t shit sweet about me |
| The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me |
| I’m so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin' |
| Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it |
| I only got one vision, that’s for kids in every color, religion |
| That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons |
| They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings |
| You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin |
| Back once again |
| Chilling in the back of the ‘Lac with a pass or the gin |
| Finna ask can I pass to her friend, |
| Then a nigga smash, I’ll be damned if I ask her again |
| Gold slabs on the ‘Lac when I spin, |
| Then it’s back to the back of the Benz, |
| Lean back in the back with the Henn |
| And a crap when I tap that that then attack, |
| Never tax, never that that, max on the ends |
| Spend ends, I remember way back when, |
| A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends |
| Just to put a snack up in the fridge |
| When I’m on, I swear to God to pay you back |
| Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me |
| My idols say what’s up to me, from ugly to comfortably |
| Suddenly |
| It all changed man |
| It was just like yesterday |
| Times was so ugly |
| And now I’m comfortable |
| I just only can thank God |
| Suddenly |
| Everything changed before my eyes |
| By my surprise |