Z-Ro, KT - S.U.C. For Life lyrics

Southsive for live, aka Southside for life
Z-Ro, KT, recognize my motherfucking team

Let me introduce myself, I'm
Z-Ro the Crooked, mo City block
The place that you don't want to go
Cause you'll get no pity block
With drug dealers when we need some paper
Get on the corner and we bleed till
We fifty keep avoiding them haters
Cause they keep dropping salt in the game
Bumping they gums so they end up
Getting caught in the game, don't maintain
Handle my business on the low-low
Hit a lick and go to Akapoko
Sipping on moet and smoking ball bat
To that dro and doe doe
Jesus let me ball till I fall in the grave
Doing it my way
As a rich nigga and call it a day
I play with my K
Cause it ain't no people where I stay
Nothing but memories and blood
Stains of yesterday
How can I make it to heaven
If I be chilling in hell
If they can make a million you
Can make a million as well until then
I'ma be making deals with the Jamaicans
SUC to the finish until he call me in

Recognize my team cause we got
Players that's gone represent
Screwed Up Click for life
SUC screwed Up Click for life
All I want is money chasing
Paper after dead presidents
Screwed Up Click for life
SUC screwed Up Click for life

You bet it's me, KT, new S-U-S-P-E-C T
Living better and cutting and trying
To stack my currencies stay alive, survive
The lord knows my soul purified
And make a way for my family
Although I know they tried i'm doing bad
Wishing for things that I never had
It's my dad, drops and blue over gray rag
Until I make a million or more
I'ma smoke and lean and stack my green
Until a player hit the floor
Waking up calling shots, beam Glocks
And doing shows
Getting lifted on flows, six hundred
And hydro kT and Z-Ro, on a smash for cream
Searching for dead politicians if y'all
Know what I mean a murdering team
Spit my guillotine at you busters
On the grind getting mine with
The watch full of bezzels
M-O-B I would of team until my time is foul
Stack my paper
Scream Presidential smoke weed and get high

Recognize my team cause we got
Players that's gone represent
Presidential Player for life
I'm a Presidential Player for life
All I want is money chasing
Paper after dead presidents
Presidential Player for life
I'm a Presidential Player for life

Ain't shit changed
My life is still about drugs and slugs
You could keep your lights on, you've
Got to get your fight on, and mean mug
Early birds get the worm
But motherfuckers tend to shortstop
The Ro I aim my pistol played a deadly burn
Z-Ro the Crooked and my
Routine will never change
Hust-l-ing and bust-l-ing to keep my
Fingers on some pocket change
Got to go stay the same until, I die nigga
When I make the tactics of a
Mo City then stay high nigga
We bleed blocks from seven to
Seven to seven again
Holding scratch, peeping packs
Slowed then and three for tens
I got what you need
Living in this gutter daily
Even though I bleed the block it's like I
Can't eat because this life pay me
Ducking the police when they be sliding by
And I swang low on a sweet
Chariot as I'm riding high
I'm paranoid everytime you see me
Cause I be smoking niggas
Regular and it's fucking with my
Conscience so I bust freely
Wake up in the morning and I caught my tip
And get ready for another day
Of this gangsta shit

Y'all know nigga, every motherfucking day
You got to get that pay, it's the only way

Recognize my team cause we got
Players that's gone represent
Screwed Up Click for life
SUC screwed Up Click for life
All I want is money chasing
Paper after dead presidents
Screwed Up Click for life
SUC screwed Up Click for life