Squeeks - Usual Suspects lyrics

[Squeeks] They callin' me the boss, no he ain't Ricky See me on my blocks and you know I gets busy I ain't gonna stop 'til I get a quarter milli' Running from the cops, will I make it out the city? I'm feeling like I'm Biggie, literally I'm skinny High up in the sky cos I'm smoking on the sticky Joe dropped the top, man he got me moving shifty I don't wanna smoke up, ain't sh** pretty Man I keep sh** really This is on my life I been through the pain, n***a's see it in my eyes I ain't gonna change for the women or the ice When I ever leave the game, if I got to sign Me, Blacks and Benny, way ahead of time I clapped off the semi, watch you men all fry You better step aside or you better get a life Catch you on my strip n***a, what you selling white? [?] just for telling lies p**y you a snitch, you're never gonna ride I'm smoking on a spliff, when I let it sky Yeah I'm gonna ride 'til the end of time (Squeeeks) And that's on my own If it ain't' about money then I never leave my home Yeah I'm moving funny when I'm speaking on the phone Lee hooked me up so I'm sleeping with the chrome Yeah I bring it home, and that's for my team It's in my blood, I can feel it in my genes I do it for the thugs, the ones that's getting cream All my n***as that bust the machine Yeah I get cream, n***as say dirty I been a little bad boy yute since nursery I ain't trying be on the blocks when I'm thirty But I gotta hit them shots cos I'm thirsty [Joe Black] Listen They calling me the boss, Joey's like Ricky Catch me on the motorway, blowing on the sticky Fiends want the peng so they phoning up Ricky Squeeks got the cheese stinking out the whole city, really I remember when I never had no lunch money Then I went out of town and got that [?] money Little fraud money, Focus, Ford money Then the p**yo feds took it all from me So I started from scratch Built a new strip, made the youngens graft in the flats I just sat back, flipped, and went hard in the tracks Be honest with yourself fam Who's harder than Blacks? Real talk, going against me is suicide Because I'd lose my life, before I lose my pride We're due to be up next, it's true that we does this, the usual suspects The kush that I'm smoking is so peng I grind hard fam but I ain't' trying to go pen I write bars on my BB, no pen Fam I'm just trying ball [?] Cheese in my spliff, henny' in my cup Thinking 'bout my n***as that got 20 from the judge Pour a little liquor out in memory of my thugs Who ain't with us no more, they're in Heaven up above I'm in the concrete jungle, full of snakes and rats That's why as much as I love the hood, I hate the flats I spend money on grub, then quickly make it back I'm seeing high profits, and I ain't paying tax Squeeks is a beast, I suggest you don't play with Banks Realionaires out soon, you can hate on that Done with the days of running round waving straps The games about to change, man, watch it fade to Black