Lyrics

[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