Chuck Strangers
Cheap Suits
[Verse]
What sign am I?
I drew a S for two lines, what's on your mind?
My bottom line's the bottom line
Put your name where it's underlined
I own your crib, your bitch, even your son is mine
There may come a time you wanna come for mine
But know them contracts bind
You want a dollar pizza line
I'm off wine, crackers, cheese with the rind
It's big time, know it's vicious, bro its business
You need a lawyer, I can find one for you
Just a standard fee
You work hard, you'd be as live as me
Buy and sell, it's a marketed dream
Fuck if you recoup
Show the bitches how its stars in the roof of your coupe
I know you can't help but bе a rap n***a
Down your whole life, you desеrve to be that n***a
To each y'all threw dice, now it's boomin', you a trap n***a
Jordan Shrug, I had to tax n***as
Vision on, imperialism, own every corner of the prison, claiming n***as do the vision
What's mine is missin', that's my commission
Make lemonade or whatever n***as say when they broke and ashamed
Put the spliff to the flame
Document the pain, my n***a maintain