Suckers

There's a sucker born every day

Many get taxed, few get paid

Some don't last and some get saved

But no one gets away

Grab a hoodie, get a mask

Stack a rack and pack a passport

Stash it out back and bury it

With a ghost gun and a black Jansport

Secrets are only safe when

The only one who knows that secret is you

Don't make the mistake

Thinking yours is the first snake-less brew

The world don't give a fuck about your life

Or what you're going through

Decipher the gimmicks and the bullshit

Quick fight or flight, stick and move

Every human has a story sad enough

To make us all cry

So callous your heart as fast as you can

Don't feed the strays and let them inside

All things past a hill or wound

It just takes time

Don't stress on the past

Or anything you can't see with the naked eye

Bad cheating death, expected death

To be collected

The next second chance is our best happenstance

Success is still too rare to match

Well, I've got a plan to kill

Anyone in the room before I start shaking hands

Some lessons I learned in blood

Other lessons are meant to just break a man

Put the pieces together

Even if the puzzle pieces never meant to meet each other

Pay your debts, change your socks

Dead or alive, you should have called your mother

A seed's a small simple thing

But eventually grows into a tree

Some stand underneath a giant

Another sharp 'em down so the village can eat

A sucker born every day

Many get taxed, few get paid

Some get lost, some get saved

Well, no one gets away

Smile wide for that pig when he pulls you over

Chuckle, relax, and be chummy if you're riding dirty

No smoking and nose running

Focus and take a deep breath

So they never notice anything funny

Rolling these dice every day

We gotta make it some way

Lying and promising to feed us cake

Never trust what the royalties say

Do not pop a trunk, make them read your rights

Demand to speak to an attorney on sight

Never admit guilt

Because they will systematically make mountains out of molehills

Sometimes they kill, fabricate, and trap

Every year a thousand bodies are stacked up

By those who claim to protect with a badge

Hate the fact that some of these young cats

Never had an OG that could have their back-, all bad

They wanna put us in a cage

To get paid for every case

No matter the race

That's it, take a bit before you snitch

Don't set up for that weakness

Life is a gamble

Might as well take out the angles

Before you're tangled

Snakes always slitherin' up in the grass too

If you don't watch your back, sometimes they blast you

All I could do was share a bit of that truth