Sucka Free - Marco Polo, Blaq Poet, Hannibal Stax

I don’t rock with you, you don’t rock with me

It is what it is, gon' be what it’s gon' be

I don’t rock with you, you don’t rock with me

I stay sucka free

I don’t rock with you, never stood on the block with you

Never ran from the cops with you

I don’t smoke with you, never got drunk

Laughed or joked with you, don’t make me choke you dude

Only fuck with niggas I see eye to eye with

My madman niggas you know I ride or die with

So stay the fuck up out my circle

My niggas murk you and rock your to sleep and really hurt you

It’s not a game

I’m sucka free, stay the fuck away from me

That’s the way it’s gotta be, it’s two-thousand-one-three

Only fuck with niggas I trust, the rest kick rocks

Fuck outta here, this is where the bullshit stops

We not cut from the same cloth

You’re lame and I’m the real thing: boss

So let’s keep it how it is

I’m a real G from the street and you’re a straight bitch

Decapitate the head of a serpent, two brokeback

Haters gon' hate, even the fool know that

Ain’t no hesitating, detonate when it’s called back

My word resonatin', jumping Jehosephat

Pull my own weight, why hold it back

Make no mistake, recuperate in no time flat

A sucka’ll sabotage you at the drop of a hat

Paid back on the back-stabbers, I owe ‘em that

During conflict one thing matters, need to know that

The circle: any rock, stones getting threw back

Any shots flown getting flew back

Any spots blown: bitch you getting your wig blew back

Old, we ain’t even got to discuss it

Eye for a eye, ride or die, why ask why

Us against them, know they gon' try something

And we don’t put it on the line for nothing

Could you imagine a barrel full of crabs, they pulling you down

Feel like you treading water but your ass gon' drown

That’s how it is when those suckas around, stay free

Keep your grass cut baby, they hard to see

Chameleons, infiltrating your job and your building

Something had to happen to ‘em bad when they were children

Got to stay on point because they ain’t got a smell

When my Spidey sense is tingling is when I can tell

Raised well by old

Sucka free is a hard job but it’s nothing to me

See my niggas get played and take it on the chin

But that’s hard for me to do, I can’t let a sucka win

It’s like bread and meat, I don’t win I don’t eat

So when you see me soldier, I’m low in the street

I accuse my little man of ratting and this was recent

To prove he was decent he shot up a precinct

«I heard a wise man once say, and I quote, ‘True leaders don’t create followers,

they create more leaders.'

True indeed, Lord.

Reminds me of my brother, Guru.

We miss you.

Lyrical.

Spiritual.

As you ascend above us, travelling.

Peace and blessing, beloved.»

«Guru» «Will live forever baby—never die, always living»

«That's right.

Recognize that shit.»

«He's still here.»