Susie

Uh

Niggas callin' my phone and shit while I'm tryna record

I hate that

Yeah

It's hard to relax sometimes, uh

On this different grind, on this road and shit, you know

Uh, uh, yeah, uh-huh

Executive boss and a queen, it's a different cloth in my jeans

My thoughts like a dream, hard to stay woke from fallin' asleep (uh-huh)

Held grudges against the hands of time

My palms you could read (that's right)

Got a firearm, it's how I wear my heart on my sleeve, yeah

Turn my naked truth to a striptease

From alcoholics, so all of my rhythm came from a stiff drink

The pain turned into wisdom, I had to suffer

Seen fiends stickin' themselves with needles, that's acupuncture

The struggle of chasin' freedom took up half my life (whoo)

Got a aim that can hit a satellite, suffer from takin' bad advice

A street poet, sleek flowin', refocus

Just a wolf that paid my dues, now I'm shoppin' for sheep's clothin'

They can feel my verses from Earth to Neptune (uh-huh)

You gotta earn your keep, you also gotta earn respect too (yeah)

Get betrayed by your closest friends, that's when that hurt arrest you (yeah)

Soon after I told them I lost my mind

They sent out a search and rescue (that's right)

My last panic attack was a relapse from Lucy's

Trouble since a rugrat, but she acts like Susie

Start my mornings, burnin' incense, drinkin' wheatgrass and smoothies (yeah)

Prison visits, niggas turn their ski mask to kufis, yeah

When I struggled with self-love, it had me gullible (that's right)

I loved too hard, it left me vulnerable (uh)

But now my confidence is what stressed devils

I always knew on one level

Once your ceiling becomes your floor on your next level

Facts

I got you, Jay

Uh

We sellin' to the highest bidder (uh), gotta get the skrilla (uh)

My little homie reckless, they just sent him up the river

Dirty on a 95, enough work to catch the jitters

Game with sellin' little doggy like my poodle had a litter (uh)

I move plates, big boxes for the art

Might even break it down and serve you couple ounces à la carte (really?)

My counterparts, all gangsters down to spark

Big dogs never bark, get you knocked off by the park (uh)

I network with trappers, smokin' with dapper

Top shottas, never givin' a fuck

We three deep, couple hammers, no P in the cut

Less is more, we don't be needin' too much

Kush god got the Midas touch, hotbox the cyber truck

Fuckin' punk, you cyber tough, lil' nigga tighten up

You popped and panickin', nigga, your life is fucked (your life is fucked)

I'm gold standard, the price is up

DZA