Skinny Suge

Young c*caine
Dream
Go to sleep, like
See the Grim Reaper and the n*gga said, you know what I'm sayin'
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Like every night I dream a n*gga tryna murder me
Visions of my loved ones dialin' 9-1-1, emergency
'Cause I decked a n*gga and took his work, man
I made it work for me
If he come back and kill me, I know this sh*t was business, man
I never take it personally
Skinny black n*gga, rich off rap, sweat on my own back
N*ggas ain't show me how to cook, had to f*ck up my own batch
Dumb high, Marty McFly
Put down the crack, bet on myself
Like I went back to the future with a rap almanac
Had powder on my table, the label called for they offer back
Harry on my line, I ain't got his bread, I can't call him back
Plus I got a show, the promoters ain't got the dough for that
These losses set me back, man, I'm literally sellin' dope to rap
How can a n*gga cope with that?
Man, my uncle died off a overdose
And the f*cked up part of that is I know it's a plot, the n*gga that sold it
Put a pistol to my head, I was way too scared, drunk off emotions
I'm drinkin' and takin' these drugs
'Cause I can't numb the pain with smokin'
Loner but I hate to be lonely
I f*ck a b* tch, she fall in love, but I just wanna be homies
If I fall off or get locked up she might just f*ck on the homies
Most n*ggas die over love for a b*tch or havin' trust in they homies
A skinny black n*gga, rich off rap
My n*gga baby mom a fiend, can't keep his b*tch off smack
She called the police, now he doin ' seven years for a sack
He told me look after his kids, then a week later that b*tch turned up whacked
It's just the code, n*gga (Yeah)
I pray Allah protect my soul, n*gga
Lord give me the strength to ignore the things I can't control, n*gga (Fear)
'Cause I was livin' by the code, n*gga, yeah
Gang
That's how we feel, if we die
It's like, we go kill one of them
[Beep], one of them die
'Cause they down for it, they had get took out
Then they came back
And then it's a feud 'til they don't want no more
'Til everybody just drop it