[Verse 1: Tsu Surf]
Wake up, bag it, flipping through the long days
Real story, gang writing [?] the hall ways
Cops not around, lil nigga can't sleep right
Hold a brother, slinging rocks, [?] for the street life
I've seen a lot fall, victim to the rush
Cops blitz, [?] birds, niggas flip 'em to the clutch
All white stuff, Tony Montana way
You can see the razor cuts, on Grannies plate
That straight drop, stack it 'til the band break
What the hell you doing boy, Mom making pancakes
And had a seed now, so I gotta dream
[?] squeeze triggers (die boy), and leave my daughter to these niggas
I'll pass, hundredths of the hash
Ninety down the interstate, speeding 'til I crash
Paper over pussy, anything else trash
So keep it [?], meet me in traffic
Wake up, bag it, flipping through the long days
Real story, gang writing [?] the hall ways
Cops not around, lil nigga can't sleep right
Hold a brother, slinging rocks, [?] for the street life
I've seen a lot fall, victim to the rush
Cops blitz, [?] birds, niggas flip 'em to the clutch
All white stuff, Tony Montana way
You can see the razor cuts, on Grannies plate
That straight drop, stack it 'til the band break
What the hell you doing boy, Mom making pancakes
And had a seed now, so I gotta dream
[?] squeeze triggers (die boy), and leave my daughter to these niggas
I'll pass, hundredths of the hash
Ninety down the interstate, speeding 'til I crash
Paper over pussy, anything else trash
So keep it [?], meet me in traffic
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!