(feat. Lil' O)



[talking]

Yeah, for the motherfucking struggle

Southwest-West y'all, Fat Rat Lil' O nigga

A nigga still here nigga, still holding it down ya feel me

I ain't just there yet but nigga, I'm pretty close



[Lil' O]

It can't rain forever, but dear Lord change the weather

I'm getting tired man, I've been chasing change forever

And I still ain't got me, the Range with leather

Will I have, hunger pains forever

No I will not, no I will not accept that fate

It's like moving rocks forever, I'ma get that weight

It's like starving forever, I'ma get that plate

I'm a motherfucking hustler, let's get that straight

That means I'm use to the losses, and minor set backs

And anything a nigga lost, a nigga'll get back

Lil' O's back to ball, tell them niggaz I said that

My balls is my word, so believe you can bet that

I do, what I said I would do

And when I go triple plat', I yell I did it for Screw

Yeah all my H-Town niggaz, yeah I did it for you

P-A-T, Mafio, B.G. Gator all my homies dead and gone

I can't forget the whole crew, who ain't here to see the mills

Cause growing up in H-town, where it's real in the field

When I say S.U.C., know that blood got spilled

When I say S.U.C., know that thugs got killed

So when I say S.U.C., know it mean a lot to me

It mean before I stop, you gotta bring a glock to me

It means when I drop dog, how could you not Screw me

And listen to these beautiful words

Slow down, this is how it go down in the cocaine state

Where if you sip on the syrup, man you gon gain weight

Where if you ride on 4's, man you gon get hate

But if you try to jack my 4's, man you gon get ate

By a 44 Caliber

I am a nigga, on a whole nother caliber

Swing on a nigga ass, like Excalibur the sword my Lord

Look at how he chopped up the Boulevard, he's hard for real nigga



[talking]

Yeah, West-West y'all

It's Lil' O nigga, S.U.C. baby whoa