NoCap – Suge Night (Lyrics, Video)

Read the lyrics and watch the official video to NoCap’s most recent song titled “Suge Night”. The song was produced by CashMoneyAP.

Nocap Suge Night

NoCap’s been one of the most promising young talents to emerge from the South in the past few years. His run in 2019, including Baccend Child and The Hood Dictionary, only further propelled him to being one of the leading voices coming out of the South right now. With a new project expected to drop at the end of the month, the rapper returned with a new track paying homage to the Death Row CEO on his new song, “Suge Night.” Acoustic strings and bluesy melodies laid down by CashMoneyAP paint the backdrop for NoCap as he details death and street politics. The rapper parallels Suge’s ruthless business antics to how he balances the realities of the hood and the success of his career.

NoCap’s latest single follows the release of the Lil Uzi Vert-assisted, “Count A Million.” Keep your eyes peeled for his new project, Steel Human dropping on June 30th.

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Lyrics
[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
Demons tryna hate
Yeah, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus]
I got demons in my life, guns on my side
Tryna make it out alive, ayy
I can tell she been cryin’
I bought the bitch designer something wasn’t right, ayy
I came back the truth, my hitters on the front line
I bought a watch ’cause I got tired of duckin’ one time
I told my n**** give me a price, he said love
The gon’ be gone by the night like they Suge

[Post-Chorus]
We need a bride for this Glock ’cause we ringin’ it out
I bumped my head ’cause that’s how bad a n**** needed a knot
Forever put drugs in my body if I need it or not
The hood was like a dealership, I was leavin’ a lot

[Verse 1]
I asked you did you fuck my n****? And it hurt when you lied
‘Cause I wanted me and him to fuck you every time
Why the fuck I buy her liquor for?
This bitch, she keep whinin’
They put that pistol in my hand, you better not sit it behind me
Came up from nothin’, I had a plan, I put my city behind me
I know this pain last forever but don’t come and remind me
Streets been callin’ my phone, I don’t wanna decline it
It’s only two things I love, and that’s money and diamonds, yeah,yeah,yeah
Let her fuck the squad, she was actin’ like she couldn’t pick
I just bought a MAC, that shit reminded her of lipstick
I ain’t Sean John, but everything you did, I did it
She’ll fuck a n**** soul, but tell a n**** she was tipsy
If you with my uncle, you still know when I don’t feel
And I tote a Smith & Wesson, not a Smith and will
I heard everything you said, you just mad a n**** here
Outfits like Corvettes, I been switchin’ up my gear, oh
And I’m like Shaquille, I bow my head and I kneel
She ride without no license, you don’t have no idea, ayy
Hate up on they face, n****s, and it came with tears
But youngins fuckin’ up the mall, prolly why I fuck with ‘Quille
We might start stealin’ arms I’m a risk taker
Been fillin’ up my lungs, Backwoods, Runtz, and white paper
She don’t like the way it’s been going, she threatened to leave
She don’t get no attention if it’s up to me
She shoot middle fingers, I say nguyen like I’m Vietnamese
I’ll never kill Stephen, I’m higher than Mer Curry
Made a song, I got off lean, got back on it the next day
I’m hurt, you ain’t askin’ ’bout me, you keep askin’ ’bout my mixtape

[Chorus]
I got demons in my life, guns on my side
Tryna make it out alive, ayy
I can tell she been cryin’
I I bought the bitch designer, something wasn’t right, ayy
I came back to truth, my hitters on the front line
I bought a watch ’cause I got tired of duckin’ one time
I told my n**** give me a price, he said love
The gon’ be gone by the night like they Suge

[Post-Chorus]
We need a bride for this Glock ’cause we ringin’ it out
I bumped my head ’cause that’s how bad a n**** needed a knot
Forever put drugs in my body if I need it or not
The hood was like a dealership, I was leavin’ a lot

[Verse 2]
Ayy, I’m from the country, hit the interstate to go and buy some Gucci
I don’t know nothin’ ’bout that body, tryna do me like I’m Boosie
Surprised that I’m home, I know them folks ain’t wanna free me
I’m like Eric, I don’t do to much a talkin’, it be hard for you to read me
So these Glocks ain’t got no say
I watched em turn like RG3
If you play with my, it’s empty, I barely let my barber tip me
Opps callin’ my phone, I guess it got too hard for them
We do the same thing, the same thing, you play your synonym
It mean the same thing, the same thing, like a synonym
I can feel it gettin’ shady, chances gettin’ slim
And ain’t talkin’ Eminem
You the one who ballin’ so sit up on the rim
You might not feel what I’m talkin’
I’m just being real, I was just tryna chalk it
Now I’m tryna chalk him
I put the Percocets down, I still pray for this up here
Why the fuck you come around if you had plans to disappear?