Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Suckas Can't Relate, artist - King Magnetic. Date of issue: 25.10.2018
Song language: English
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 |