lirik lagu chillinit - susan's son
[intro]
who would’ve thought forever would be forever
family is for life, i learnt that sh~t real talk
im content, what can i say
i’m living good homie what can i say
imma just keep it simple
[verse 1]
check
in brutal times i would crucial provide
daddy told me turn my nikes to suits and to tie
and now if jobs are out of line i make [?]
cause she can make my pieces fit the part till it’s music for life
(yeah, yeah)
if management’s my leg then the suits are my spine
i’d frolic ’round their wallet with stupider times
i leave my ma’ to go f~ck with the booty and wine
then i come back home and cuss [?]
bad pains from the bad days
momma carried chill so long, i gave the woman back pain
but now i’ve rapped so long i run the f~cking rap game
ma’ give me a year or two i’ll probably push this packed strain and get rich
hundred racks that i made in j~pan
shoutout my brother ben, he’s back and he’s blazing the gram
i ain’t really got no strap and it made me a man
i told my label “keep the cash i can pay the advance”
it’s 420 f~cking fam
we don’t f~ck around [?]
[?](brothers double down)
bad rapper, all my brothers on the b~ttons now
i built it from the bottom up and real fans are f~cking proud
that’s real talk
[bridge]
i can’t even explain it man, like the real fans would be proud, like
my mum, my bro, my dad we smilin’, we wealthy, we healthy
for the rest of my life
it’s all for my f~ckin’ mum, that’s the craziest sh~t
im always gon’ be susan’s son
let me talk about these f~cking facts
[verse 2]
ever since this dirty cat was double size
i lived in brick veneers but hung in dirty traps
let me keep it real, i was like the bernie mac
was laughing until i’m high and then i die, i go and burn the pack
but f~ck drugs (real talk) cause now we tryna burn it back
now i want my broski up in uni doing learning stats
and now my broski’s on the deck and he can burn your track
and he ain’t gonna play your clubbing set unless it’s thirty racks so f~cking pay
lobster’s on the table now (yeah)
went from mobsters to some doctors at the cable house
dropped a body bag and started up a label now
and told virgin “f~ck all of these virgin rappers, pay me now, i’m blowing up” (mmh)
my family’s legit with beers?
i [caught/called?] some wh0res [?], and now i hit and miss
i need a little more, dishes, chores, little kids i adore
lord need a family and bigger crib, like dad does
super smart, stupid dumb
poppa said “f~ck em’ all son, you still the one”
and i know your group is big, and all your groupies f~ck
but come back home and get reminded that your susan’s son
your susan’s son
[outro]
and this music, is music man
go drive in this whip you deserve it man
i want you to know i’m high as f~ck in this studio
smilin my ass off
and i hope if you are listening you are too
forever motherf~cker
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