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STORY OF LIL SUV
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Melvoni
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[Verse 1] Takin' all ’em drugs got him feeling good Go to sleep, sweet dreams, but he's still in the hood He don't got a job, but he working for Robbing and everything that done made him cool Jit can sell everything, he gon’ get it gone .9 by his side, swear to God he would risk it all And he don't got a name, he gon' ask "Who you?" This is the story of Lil Suv At seven he seen daddy go in cuffs Mommy was on drugs, she gon' leave soon enough Nowhere else to go, he tried livin' with his granny But he ain't get no love 'cause he look just like his daddy And he was cool for a minute, even tho he wasn't happy Granny ain’t feed him and he took beatings from his papi And nobody [?], he walked around, head nappy Clothes always dirty, he go to school, kids laughin’ Now one day granny died, now we gon' skip a year Papi died on drugs, Suv still ain’t shed a tear He looked behind the tissue and he finally let it there Suv ain't know how to read, but he signed it out He read E-V-I get the fuck out the house He was only thirteen but he gon' figure it out But police sliding, ridin' faster kid Fight for what you want that’s what he learnt, that was the proper way They don't know they made a fucking monster [Chorus] And they know they can't question a gangsta Runnin' alone in the streets, and he dangerous He don't believe any picture that they painting When he was in need ain't nobody come to save him [Verse 2] Uh, see at sixteen he done been to jail like four times He had no plans on slowing down, he runnin' stop signs Bro got his gun, when it go down he say "I got mine" All the adults say life gon' hit him like a clothesline Walk up on opposition block and he gon' throw some They threw it back, that's .48, he blew like four time He kicked his feet, he out of breath, can't feel his chest nigga He got a blue rag on his face just for the set nigga It's like his third hit (Third) All gas, no brakes that's that turf shit (Movin') They bangin' and slangin' and he's on shit He in love with the streets, don't want to forfeit (Never) He said he ready Hanging out the window, Glocky up, he hold it steady Screamin' out "What's crackin!?" off a pill, he like "Let's get it" Addicted to the thrill, he wanna kill, don't want no fatty Bow, he let one off, bow goes off another one But he ain't click again, it must have came from his brother gun Look over his shoulder, seen the blood, he ain't know what to think All he heard was one more shot, and took another blink It got blurry, then he woke up in a bed Bitches [?] in case he dead, ask the doctors about his homie and they said that he ain't make it Brodie got hit in his head Then he realized that he's cuffed He tried to brake it off and fled Lead detective walked in and said "You're going to the feds" [Chorus] And they know they can't question a gangsta Runnin' alone in the streets, and he dangerous He don't believe any picture that they painting When he was in need ain't nobody come to save him
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