Sketchy Bongo - Suitcases lyrics

Chorus: The crowd was loud, screaming your name But I have no sound, playing the same game Suitcases, a black and white town Similar faces, keep pulling me down Its a mother f**ing celebration Let the champerry pour(x2) [Verse 1: Hart Break Kidd] My homie I'm pa**ed great, all my verses historical When I'm writing a verse, these rappers writing memorials Saw it all in a dream, woke up went in and got it I'm sicker over these flows, then any body that did it Stay away from the fake, pretenders all of the real Shake your hand with a smile, pretending over the deal The thought of me in a Benz is leaving people uncomfortable Cause I do the impossible, reaching for the intangible Coming out the bottom the story became real Story became real like visualizing a parable When you walking with god, then really nothing can damage you Long as you got your fam, there's nothing more of a value Now pour me the Champerry, keep kush on the 360 Producing these sick lines, the score of a coke dealer Smoking with rock stars, and sipping with fine women You see it you go get it, there's really like no limit Chorus [Verse 2: Hart Break Kidd] Looking out at the top, standing out at the bottom Now I got the kinda flows to fly me over a mountain Now watch me do it for real, I'm really illy for real We posing with every girl, and call it shooting the k** Living it very fast, I'm always chasing a mill And touching on every dip, before we getting the bill Thinking of hot lines, flashes that go by Blow out the smoke first, and cough out a cold verse Wasn't supposed to live, how I made it phenomenal Me becoming a star, little more astronomical School of the hard knocks we graduate where the techs play And the game turns from ghetto queens to s** slaves Number one vision, to make it on ambition It ain't even about the cash, that really jus comes with it Smoking with rock stars, and sipping with fine women You see it you go get it, there's really like no limit Chorus