"Sucker Free" lyrics
They'll never take me alive
I ain't going down peacefully
If home where the heart is
I'm right where I need to be
I ain't budging
Foolish, you think I'm bluffing
Guarantee shit get touchy
As soon as you press my buttons, I'm sorry
I lost a part of my heart and still ain't recovered
I'm scarred 'cause I lost my brother
My heart is under construction
I'm trying, I swear I am
But it's harder than I imagine
Money don't ever sleep
What the fuck I look like relaxin'
Handyman with the ratchet
The man of the house was absent
I bet they gon' cut the check
If I cut out all the distractions
Told them hoes I'm gon' ball
I just had to show up for practice
All you get is one shot
I just hope I can sink the basket
I be mindin' my business
I'm only after my fraction
I keep this stick like gymnastics
Got more whips than Joe Jackson
I don't fuck with no rats
Can't associate with your kind
I gotta go help myself 'cause good help is so hard to find
Lucky me, I take comfort knowing I'm not everybody's cup of tea
Being this motherfucking real, such a luxury
Watched my closest friends switch their colors, scheme, and cut me deep
I know life sucks, but now at least I'm sucker free
I cut them out the picture
Baby, all I see is tumbleweed
Please forgive my manners
I just left the bank and cut the cheese
Running cross the bridge
I got plans to burn it down
Just in case you ever had the notion we would work it out
Ain't no way, nothing I can take to take the pain away
Struggle took a toll on me
You can see it plain as day
I come from the jungle with gorillas and orangutans
Lions, tigers, bears, and they barely playin' fair
Nigga watchin' for the mail
Got a package in the air
Check the tracking number once
Hoping everything goes swell
Out for delivery, driver in your vicinity
Soon as the box arrive, you open that bitch immediately
You got DEA in your living room and they ain't here for tea
Now let me speak to my lawyer
I got that bitch on repeat
I keep a nine in my lap with 300 black on my seat
Got sixty rounds in a mag and I'll let you have them for free
I'm done with practicin' peace
Niggas took that shit for granted
I can't see none of you busters
Not from the spot where I'm standing
Some of you rappers just pussy
Go get the knot out your panties
And watch me get to this money
And bring it back to my family
Word to PIF
I ain't going down peacefully
If home where the heart is
I'm right where I need to be
I ain't budging
Foolish, you think I'm bluffing
Guarantee shit get touchy
As soon as you press my buttons, I'm sorry
I lost a part of my heart and still ain't recovered
I'm scarred 'cause I lost my brother
My heart is under construction
I'm trying, I swear I am
But it's harder than I imagine
Money don't ever sleep
What the fuck I look like relaxin'
Handyman with the ratchet
The man of the house was absent
I bet they gon' cut the check
If I cut out all the distractions
Told them hoes I'm gon' ball
I just had to show up for practice
All you get is one shot
I just hope I can sink the basket
I be mindin' my business
I'm only after my fraction
I keep this stick like gymnastics
Got more whips than Joe Jackson
I don't fuck with no rats
Can't associate with your kind
I gotta go help myself 'cause good help is so hard to find
Lucky me, I take comfort knowing I'm not everybody's cup of tea
Being this motherfucking real, such a luxury
Watched my closest friends switch their colors, scheme, and cut me deep
I know life sucks, but now at least I'm sucker free
I cut them out the picture
Baby, all I see is tumbleweed
Please forgive my manners
I just left the bank and cut the cheese
Running cross the bridge
I got plans to burn it down
Just in case you ever had the notion we would work it out
Ain't no way, nothing I can take to take the pain away
Struggle took a toll on me
You can see it plain as day
I come from the jungle with gorillas and orangutans
Lions, tigers, bears, and they barely playin' fair
Nigga watchin' for the mail
Got a package in the air
Check the tracking number once
Hoping everything goes swell
Out for delivery, driver in your vicinity
Soon as the box arrive, you open that bitch immediately
You got DEA in your living room and they ain't here for tea
Now let me speak to my lawyer
I got that bitch on repeat
I keep a nine in my lap with 300 black on my seat
Got sixty rounds in a mag and I'll let you have them for free
I'm done with practicin' peace
Niggas took that shit for granted
I can't see none of you busters
Not from the spot where I'm standing
Some of you rappers just pussy
Go get the knot out your panties
And watch me get to this money
And bring it back to my family
Word to PIF
