Suckas Can't Relate - King Magnetic

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