[Verse 1: Tsu Surf]
It's an open book of me that I've been givin' out
These ain't no movie stories that I'm livin' out
Lonely, when a bitch change my mind, fuck it, kick her out
Patron and pills, weed and shots, Xan problems
Taurus, 17 shot, itchy finger, hand problem
You don't like us, that's your damn problem
Scooby Doo: we be deep, whole gang all up in that van mobbin'
Homies say that I be trippin', I'm precocious, shit well
Twist L's, still be in them same place them clips fell
Believe me, holdin' grudges make the work easy
It's on when I catch 'em, man they did my Cuz greazy
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
And I miss him, for that I'm tryna' pull a nigga wisdom
Lord, forgive me for my sins, I ain't gotta lie to you
For everything I did and everything that I'm 'bout to do
Told Cuz when I make it, he was tourin', no problem
Weeks later got a call like "Big bro, they got him!"
They sayin' Surf need to sign like a real nigga
I'm worried which fuck nigga killed my lil nigga
I can't have this shit, grandma knew I relapsed
She be mad as shit, she be mad as shit
West Coast flights, best flicks, movies
Dose off into a whole nother sick movie
Think about any label—they don't fit, do he?
I was right there, they ain't do shit to me
Pull up in a foreign with a foreign, niggas grillin': Foreman
Whisper soft 'cause informants be informin'
Killa for the team, but I'm on to bigger things
Send them young bulls: Wiggins and LaVine
I just point the route
Young god, honestly I should be givin' pointers out
Red beam accurate precision, cuz' point 'em out
I got morals, this just shit that I have to do
My momma shake every time her phone ring after two
Workin', then I'm outtie, couldn't do it without me
It's Jersey, I heard they freed Albee
It's an open book of me that I've been givin' out
These ain't no movie stories that I'm livin' out
Lonely, when a bitch change my mind, fuck it, kick her out
Patron and pills, weed and shots, Xan problems
Taurus, 17 shot, itchy finger, hand problem
You don't like us, that's your damn problem
Scooby Doo: we be deep, whole gang all up in that van mobbin'
Homies say that I be trippin', I'm precocious, shit well
Twist L's, still be in them same place them clips fell
Believe me, holdin' grudges make the work easy
It's on when I catch 'em, man they did my Cuz greazy
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
And I miss him, for that I'm tryna' pull a nigga wisdom
Lord, forgive me for my sins, I ain't gotta lie to you
For everything I did and everything that I'm 'bout to do
Told Cuz when I make it, he was tourin', no problem
Weeks later got a call like "Big bro, they got him!"
They sayin' Surf need to sign like a real nigga
I'm worried which fuck nigga killed my lil nigga
I can't have this shit, grandma knew I relapsed
She be mad as shit, she be mad as shit
West Coast flights, best flicks, movies
Dose off into a whole nother sick movie
Think about any label—they don't fit, do he?
I was right there, they ain't do shit to me
Pull up in a foreign with a foreign, niggas grillin': Foreman
Whisper soft 'cause informants be informin'
Killa for the team, but I'm on to bigger things
Send them young bulls: Wiggins and LaVine
I just point the route
Young god, honestly I should be givin' pointers out
Red beam accurate precision, cuz' point 'em out
I got morals, this just shit that I have to do
My momma shake every time her phone ring after two
Workin', then I'm outtie, couldn't do it without me
It's Jersey, I heard they freed Albee
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