Lyrics Suckas Can't Relate - King Magnetic

Suckas Can't Relate

Listen younging, you want some advice?
Don’t shoot anything, not even some dice
'Cause a loss of they cash turns to a loss of life
I’m still paying dues, the cost is my nights
In court I’m Michael Jordan in Nikes
That’s a flight risk, so bail gon' be high
Like numbers on that white shit
You worry 'bout nice kicks?
My kids always scuff theirs
Attitude is altitude, hoping there’s enough air
The industry’s my choking victim
Call a double barrel bluff: that be my poker system
Got an old tradition of lifting my whole position
I’m winning to put you in box, that’s no decision
Guess it’s boxing then, I don’t do jump ropes
Jump on Joe familiar people with dumb jokes
Pump broke, analyze mistakes and progression
If you fantasize I’ll glamorize your fate with this weapon
Suckas can’t relate to the record
No hesitation, send my patience on vacation a second
I’m paper chasing 'til it worsen my health
Might grind 'til I die, at least I work for myself
Slug told me start small, and build up my base
I threw a slug in the air, they tried to build up my case
Need my kids to school early
Plus wifey missed her last period like it was 2:30
After school, even college semesters
So I polished my records while you polish your necklace
Then I jotted my checklist and plotted connections
Made some power moves to move me out of depression
It’s out of the question to know my doubting and stressing
My homie can’t read but he’s counting his blessings
My kids are a blessing, I got at least five
Still crack a smile every time some police die
Fuckin' old broads and getting they niece high
Know what I’m saying?
Right in that Nissan
Suckas can’t relate to the record
No hesitation, send my patience on vacation a second
Niggas fraud daily, it’s not a career choice
Shots to ya mug like I’m toasting ya beer choice
Clear voice spoke to me, dash through the opening
Stash what you holding, cash in the older ring
Back on my feet for the third time this year
Got a little spot, don’t bring chicks here
No fiends, low key, blow trees and weaponry
Recipe is get money, blow some invest in me
That’s a solid investment
'Til I got a million dollars mom says that I’m reckless
A lot of people tell me the same
I explain it’s calculated, I’m high as my threshold of pain
You should see me on dust
And when I’m making doe, they kneed me too much
I still break bread but I’m greasy as fuck
So when the greedy go broke the reason is us, muthafucka
Suckas can’t relate to the record
No hesitation, send my patience on vacation a second