[Verse 1: Tsu Surf]
Wake up, bag it, flipping through the long days
Real story, gang writing [?] the hall ways
Cops not around, lil n***a 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, n***as 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 n***as
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