Lyrics Susan's Son - Chillinit

Susan's Son

Who would’ve thought forever would be forever
Family is for life, I learnt that shit real talk
Im content, what can I say
I’m living good homie what can I say
Imma just keep it simple
Check
In brutal times I would crucial provide
Daddy told me turn my Nikes to suits and to tie
And now if jobs are out of line I make
Cause she can make my pieces fit the part till it’s music for life
(yeah, yeah)
If management’s my leg then my Susan’s my spine
I’d frolic 'round their wallet with stupider times
I leave my ma' to go fuck the booty and wine
Then I come back home and cuss and she’d soothe every cry
That’s no lie (That's no lie)
Bad pains from the bad days
Momma carried Chill so long, I gave the woman back pain
But now I’ve rapped so long I run the fucking rap game
Ma' give me a year or two I’ll probably push this packed strain and get rich
Hundred racks that I made in Japan
Shoutout my brother Ben, he’s back and he’s blazing the gram
I ain’t really got no strap and it made me a man
I told my label «Keep the cash I can pay the advance»
It’s 420 fucking fam
We don’t fuck around
(Brothers double down)
Bad Rapper, all my brothers on the buttons now
I built it from the bottom up and real fans are fucking proud
That’s real talk