MoneyMarc - Straight Suckas

Ayy, look, it's Money Mark up in this thing, man
R.P. Dough Money, free the thugs
These suckas sayin' that they want it, but they ain't for show
These suckas sayin' that they slime, but they ain't gon' blow

These suckas stay up in the house they really ain't gon' show
We be slidin' down yo' block, tryna up the scope
These suckas sayin' that they want it, but they ain't for show
These suckas sayin' that they slime, but they ain't gon' blow

These suckas stay up in the house they really ain't gon' show
We be sliding down yo' block, tryna up the scope
These bullets amin for yo' head, better lay low
Stackin' all blues till my neck and wrist all froze

I really spit that hot shit you can't match this flow
When my blood cousin died I damn near hit the floor
I been really out the way tryna stack these pros
I miss you everyday I wish heaven had a phone

I'm just a young nigga but my mindset grown
I love to hustle, but mainly I'm in love with the stacks
At a young age I'm fell in love with flippin' sacks
If you ain't servin' top shelf we don't want your packs

I pour that purple in the yellow like I played with Shaq
My brother's always askin' me where I been at
I been good kickin' back into the bag
Tryna make it for my moms cause this life don't last

These suckas wanna take my life I just watch and laugh
I do this all for my brothers that are in the grave
I'll do it all just again just to see yo' face
I know you moppin' in peace, you in a better place

Rest in peace Ray, wait for me at those heaven gates
When you down to your last that's when they all gon' choose
I always rock with a pug cause I know what they tryna do
I know that if they catch me that they gon' let it loose

Roll down the tents leave em' holy like I'm missing tooth
These suckas saying that they want it but they ain't for show
These suckas saying that they slyin' but they ain't gon' blow
These suckas stay up in the house they really ain't gon' show

We be slyin' down yo' block tryna up the score
These suckas saying that they want it but they ain't for show
These suckas saying that they slyin' but they ain't gon' blow
These suckas stay up in the house they really ain't gon' show

We be slyin' down yo' block tryna up the score
This will be a goofy and I promise you I'll make it home
Tryna make it out the money just won't leave me lone
Once I stay to myself that's when they blow my phone

Just know I'm stickin' with my brothers if they right or wrong
I stand on number 10 cause I was raised that way
Don't got a chance then we gon' spin yo' block a different day
I caught myself flowin' off I just poured an 8

I know them suckas lurkin' every chance they get they hate
I'm certified in the field I really got my cleats
My momma prayin' hopin' I really make it out these streets
Always eat with yo' niggas don't ever compete

I be makin' plays from SV down to First Street
My brothers they'll shoot for me cause it's all out of love
You suckas nerds me and my niggas we all know and thugs
When my cousin die that's when I stop the drugs

I drop the phone inside a soda I'm tryna bottle up
These suckas sayin' that they want it but they ain't for show
These suckas sayin' that they slyin' but they ain't gon' blow
These suckas stay up in the house they really ain't gon' show

We be slyin' down yo' block tryna up the score
These suckas sayin' that they want it but they ain't for show
These suckas sayin' that they slyin' but they ain't gon' blow
These suckas stay up in the house they really ain't gon' show

We be slyin' down yo' block tryna up the score

Written by:
Money Marc

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