Susan's Son - Chillinit

Who would’ve thought forever would be forever

Family is for life, I learnt that shit real talk

Im content, what can I say

I’m living good homie what can I say

Imma just keep it simple

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 my Susan’s my spine

I’d frolic 'round their wallet with stupider times

I leave my ma' to go fuck the booty and wine

Then I come back home and cuss and she’d soothe every cry

That’s no lie (That's no lie)

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 fucking 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 Japan

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 fucking fam

We don’t fuck around

(Brothers double down)

Bad Rapper, all my brothers on the buttons now

I built it from the bottom up and real fans are fucking proud

That’s real talk