Chop Suey (feat. Fatal Lucciauno)

I think about J Moore all the time

Every time I make anything

I want to live up to expectations

I want to make the city proud

There’s Nw pride in everything I do

It’s always been about legacy

Whether it’s me or it’s the homies

We create for one another and that energy just circulates

For me, it’s never been about an outsider, or at least it never should have been and I know that now.

I see a child on the shoulders to see it further

I see Rainier in my sleep, all the bent corners

I see homies hittin they peaks, they in enclosures

I feel millions and they in reach as I inch closer

Heighten my sense for me lord, I can hear vultures

There’s always a plot for ya or paranoia

Look at your momma, she fear for ya

The future not clear for ya

Taking a risk for it, what value you get for it

Gain more than you sacrifice, my dawg, need to make sure

In these streets there’s path forward, forks and there’s crab buckets

Blood ain’t always thick

How many times you said fuck it and slept with that bitch

Knew he or she wasn’t bout nothing

I’m back in this bitch, I kept saying I don’t even want it

Attacking this bitch

This just survival, this execute all my rivals

This is living up to potential, rejecting all your denials

This is

You ain’t got no hustle you won’t survive here

You see anything, act blind here

They tell you it’s sweet, they lie here

Know how many out of towners had to die here?

**** spent his rent check tryin to shine here

Motivation is money, gotta thrive here

Ain’t no love for the suckas, let’s be quite clear

Chop suey, backstage, I snuck my 9 in.

I’m surrounded by it, that real money, that big estate

That Bill Gates kinda deal money, it’s in my face

If proximity say, I gotta find me a way

I got a plug for the yay, I got a clip for the k

**** resourceful bet my presence gon be forceful

You ain’t have no choice for it, ain’t have no feelings towards it

I’m black in this bitch, I’m in the forest and you gotta forage

They ain’t even know we exist, poor us

Invisible profit ain’t a bad look

Invisible people move in silence, Let that bitch cook

I got that silencer on me, I’ll let that bitch cook

And you won’t even hear nothing and that’s the way that I want it to be

Backstage with a choppa, the Chop Suey performing

Sportn’ life was the roster, we Seattle enormous

Off Willow and 51st, where survival is 50/50

If I die then you coming with me

Told my enemies come and get me

You know where we be

You ain’t got no hustle you won’t survive here

You see anything, act blind here

They tell you it’s sweet, they lie here

Know how many out of towners had to die here?

**** spent his rent check tryin to shine here

Motivation is money, gotta thrive here

Ain’t no love for the suckas, let’s be quite clear

Chop suey, backstage, I snuck my 9 in.