Brizzy The Ace - Sam In The Suit Lyrics

I wake up in the morning trynna find what Ima do
I think I'll take the Beamer out and spark an L up for a cruise
Keep my Backwood rolled up fat, cause she eat up all da Blues
Ian lie for my life I'm droppin' 5 star reviews
And my Niggas all got bank too we up and that's the goal
You sick as fuck, to old friends who picked up the side to fold
It's all love, I can see yo 9 to 5 is gettin' old
You coulda tried but you's a bitch
And I'm The Human Common Cold nigga
Up n around like a World Wide Mob Figga
Stuck yous' a duck, splash wit' the gold diggas
Lite em' upupupupup
I've had enough, You's a bold nigga
Buh wuh wuh uh huh, shut you up, body cold nigga
Luck luck luck luck luck
That what you need, you some fuck niggas
Won't buck niggas, CRACK, you struck nigga
Yall dunce niggas, not Runtz niggas
Brizzy double z's and he gon' make the beat run nigga
I'm takin' yo bitch n I'm givin' her back
As long as I'm black I'm concealin' the mac
Cuz niggas be stupid they feenin' to jack
Too bad, lemme just keep it a stack
Mackin' for nothin' you niggas be broke, a joke, bored so you looking for smoke
Go get ya own, Real Niggas ain't taking no shit
Try to take mine and I'll empty the clip
Do It for Mama move past all the trauma
My siblings too, shoutout to my Father
You been through it all, kept minimal drama
Life movin' too fast, I'm missin' Obama
Through all of the strife, settin' my kids up for life
Holdin' it down for my wife, and you know
She gon' keep it realist w me
I ring-up da Queen Brizzy off of the scene
Ima just keep it a bean, you is a bitch, or we a team
Just don't bro if you don't know you bein Joe
Now you's a hoe, cuz them fakes if they down bad
It's yo bro bussin' through yo door
You'll never know, envy lurkin' so jus fuck the status quo
And find yo team and make progression and if not just stay alone
Gang said I'm Holly-what? Yea I'm pickin' up the phone
It's been all fam since school was quick to wanna send a nigga home
I jus' hustle w this music shit refuse to take a loan
Trynna take my money? Yeah bitch that's funny
Actin dummy get you sent, to The Land of Milk and Honey
I ain't talking to my niggas, no sir this goes to you
Big Ole Sam Inna Suit, should I think before I shoot

Keep at this rap shit, Let It Shine I'm the Truth
Let It Shine in the booth, to the elder & the youth
Brizzy spitting off the dome, nigga take it back home
And I'm kickin' in yo doe nigga, knockin' out yo flow nigga