Melvoni - STORY OF LIL SUV lyrics

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
Jit can sell everything, he gon' get it gone
None 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 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 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

And they know they can't question a gangsta
Runnin' alone in the streets
And he dangerous he don't believe any the
Picture that they painting
When he was in need ain't
Nobody come to save him

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 he go dumb he say "I got mine"
All the adults say life gon' hit
Him like a close line
Walk up the opposition block and
He gon' throw signs
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
All gas, no brakes that's that turf shit
They bangin' and slangin' and he's on shit
He in love with the streets
Don't want no forfeit he said he ready
Hanging out the window, glocky up
He always 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 and my stick came
From his brother's gun
Look over his shoulder, see 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
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 flood
The detective walked in and said
"You're going to the feds"

And they know they can't question a gangsta
Runnin' alone in the streets
And he dangerous he don't believe any the
Picture that they painting
When he was in need ain't
Nobody come to save him