Suicide Sax
Two niggas in the front
Two niggas in the back
That's four niggas riding strapped
In grandpa's Pontiac
Riding through cul-de-sacs
He works at Goldman Sachs
He carries gold in sacks
He plays a golden sax
Guilty feet ain't got no rhythm
He never told me that
I milly rock on cats
I willy bounce on Flatbush ave
Dry mac and cheese from C and J
Right off the church strip
Lived 21 birthdays
Without being East 21st crip
I still load the clip
Shooting my camera flicks
Might pop a xans and split
I'm born with so much gifts
My mom sucked Santa's dick
I never asked for this
Shut up and pass the spliff
My nickname as a kid
Was you stupid son of bitch
I could've run the strip
Fill up my lungs with shit
Born with my parents genes
Them shits can barely fit
My ego gives me splits
I knew since I was six
I knew that I'd be rich
Im over 25
Cant pay my bills
Last payment I missed
Stay home and i get high
I'm taking pills
I hope i'll be missed
I might impregnate your miss
I might go missing
Right when she gets the kid
I don't know I might be kidding
I couldn't take the risks
Trying to be the next hot topic
I might just slit my wrist
I think you get the gist
I don't wear outfits to fit in
They act like I went to MIT
Trigger fingers niggas thinking they mittens
They act like I'm not from the streets
Couldn't figure like a nigga is different
Like I never took the heat
Like my crib was never raided
Like I don't rep my parents genes
Like I'm in the streets naked
Like all I do is fake it
Like I never, like I never, like I never
Had it rough, never had to been tough
Been snuffed, handcuffed
And stuffed in a truck
Like I'm Lindsay Lohan, Miley Cyrus
Hilary duff
Jiggly puff
The way they sleeping on me
Fuck around I'll have that weapon on me
Flatbush is what I'm reppin' homie
Never phony, don't ever phone me
Muhfucka I'm, never lonely
Cuz
Two niggas in the front
Two niggas in the back
That's four niggas riding strapped
In grandpa's Pontiac
He never had a strap
He never heard me rap
I got his body wrapped
Let's keep it under wraps
I'll whip ya head whip ya head whip ya head boy
I'll whip ya head, I'll whip ya muhfuckin' head boy
I'll whip ya head whip ya head whip ya head boy
I'll whip ya head, I'll whip ya muhfuckin' head boy
Two niggas in the back
That's four niggas riding strapped
In grandpa's Pontiac
Riding through cul-de-sacs
He works at Goldman Sachs
He carries gold in sacks
He plays a golden sax
Guilty feet ain't got no rhythm
He never told me that
I milly rock on cats
I willy bounce on Flatbush ave
Dry mac and cheese from C and J
Right off the church strip
Lived 21 birthdays
Without being East 21st crip
I still load the clip
Shooting my camera flicks
Might pop a xans and split
I'm born with so much gifts
My mom sucked Santa's dick
I never asked for this
Shut up and pass the spliff
My nickname as a kid
Was you stupid son of bitch
I could've run the strip
Fill up my lungs with shit
Born with my parents genes
Them shits can barely fit
My ego gives me splits
I knew since I was six
I knew that I'd be rich
Im over 25
Cant pay my bills
Last payment I missed
Stay home and i get high
I'm taking pills
I hope i'll be missed
I might impregnate your miss
I might go missing
Right when she gets the kid
I don't know I might be kidding
I couldn't take the risks
Trying to be the next hot topic
I might just slit my wrist
I think you get the gist
I don't wear outfits to fit in
They act like I went to MIT
Trigger fingers niggas thinking they mittens
They act like I'm not from the streets
Couldn't figure like a nigga is different
Like I never took the heat
Like my crib was never raided
Like I don't rep my parents genes
Like I'm in the streets naked
Like all I do is fake it
Like I never, like I never, like I never
Had it rough, never had to been tough
Been snuffed, handcuffed
And stuffed in a truck
Like I'm Lindsay Lohan, Miley Cyrus
Hilary duff
Jiggly puff
The way they sleeping on me
Fuck around I'll have that weapon on me
Flatbush is what I'm reppin' homie
Never phony, don't ever phone me
Muhfucka I'm, never lonely
Cuz
Two niggas in the front
Two niggas in the back
That's four niggas riding strapped
In grandpa's Pontiac
He never had a strap
He never heard me rap
I got his body wrapped
Let's keep it under wraps
I'll whip ya head whip ya head whip ya head boy
I'll whip ya head, I'll whip ya muhfuckin' head boy
I'll whip ya head whip ya head whip ya head boy
I'll whip ya head, I'll whip ya muhfuckin' head boy
Credits
Writer(s): Raymond Talovera
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