Usual Suspects (feat. Squeeks)

They callin' me the boss, no he ain't Ricky

See me on my blocks and you know I gets busy

I ain't gonna stop till I get a quarter milli'

Running from the cops, will I make it out the city?

I'm feeling like I'm Biggie, literally I'm skinny

High up in the sky 'cause I'm smoking on the sticky

Joe dropped the top, man, he got me moving shifty

I don't wanna smoke up, ain't shit pretty

Man, I keep shit really

This is on my life

I've been through the pain, **** see it in my eyes

I ain't gonna change for the women or the ice

Will I ever leave the game, if I ever got to sign

Me, Blacks and Benny, way ahead of time

I clapped off the semi, watch you men all fry

You better step aside or you better get a life

Catch you on my strip, ****, what you selling white?

I get him in the pitch just for telling lies

Pussy, you a snitch, you're never gonna ride

I'm smoking on a spliff, when I let it sky

Yeah I'm gonna ride till the end of time

And that's on my own

If it ain't about money then I never leave my home

Yeah I'm moving funny when I'm speaking on the phone

Lee hooked me up so I'm sleeping with the chrome

Yeah I bring it home, and that's for my team

It's in my blood, I can feel it in my genes

I do it for the thugs, the ones that's getting cream

All my **** that bust the machine

Yeah I get cream, **** say dirty

I been a little bad boy yute since nursery

I ain't trying be on the blocks when I'm 30

But I gotta hit them shots 'cause I'm thirsty

They calling me the boss, Joey's and Ricky

Catch me on the motorway, blowing on the sticky

Fiends want the peng so they phoning up Ricky

Squeeks got the cheese stinking out the whole city, really

I remember when I never had no lunch money

Then I went out of town and got that crunch money

Little fraud money, Focus, Ford money

Then the pussy ol' feds took it all from me

So I started from scratch

Built a new strip, made the youngins graft in the flats

I just sat back, flipped, and went hard in the tracks

Be honest with yourself fam

Who's harder than Blacks?

Real talk, going against me is suicide

Because I'd lose my life, before I lose my pride

We're due to be up next, it's true that we does this, the usual suspects

The kush that I'm smoking is so peng

I grind hard, fam, but I ain't trying to go pen

I write bars on my BB, no pen

Fam, I'm just trying ball at the world, dang

Cheese in my spliff, Henny in my cup

Thinking 'bout my **** that got twenty from the judge

Pour a little liquor out in memory of my thugs

Who ain't with us no more, they're in Heaven up above

I'm in the concrete jungle, full of snakes and rats

That's why as much as I love the hood, I hate the flats

I spend money on grub, then quickly make it back

I'm seeing high profits, and I ain't paying tax

Squeeks is a beast, I suggest you don't play with Banks

Real-ionaires out soon, you can hate on that

Done with the days of running round waving straps

The game's about to change, fam, watch it fade to Black