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Tsu Surf

"Here’s Whatever"

[Verse]
Product of my own place
Sirens cryin', cold case
Every time I see a opp I see my own face
Is that my own hate?
Or God tryna set my soul straight?
You either in that movie or you watchin' it
None of this designer sh*t
Be feelin' like accomplishments
Busy got no time for sh*t
They ain’t never been to these trenches
Why would they buy the sh*t?
You gon’ make a promise please honor it
Groupie b*tches f*ckin' 'cause astonishment
Whole different creed, some Adonis sh*t
Leavin' off this earth would make my momma sick
They don’t sponsor this music, they can’t endorse this
I’m gon’ let somebody kid know about them court trips
Know about the rules, how the board switch
How to spot a whore b*tch
Brooms that you do your street chores with
The lawyer, the indictment and the bail
How my mother sleep peaceful, I was layin' in that cell
Say she know I’m safe
Know what you did then you know your fate
So me and Karma got a chosen date
Ain’t no parole, he don’t know his date
Somebody lazy, he don’t know he great
That n*gga lazy, he don’t know he great
Prayin' that your losses be your lessons, what you dreamin' 'bout?
Fallen down one too many times, bring that demon out
f*cked her, I ain’t eat her out
That dealership we speedin' out
Winkin' at my lawyer while we leavin' out
sh*t I don’t even need a mouth
Play it by the rules, you ain’t safe without your tool
He in the feds, we tell his daughter he in school
Told his son he was in college
You just got it, you ain’t shot it
Tell the truth and keep it honest
I ain’t wife her 'cause of mileage
Gang time, but at the end of day I gotta bang mine
30 shot gon' get to rippin', n*gga had a changed mind
Tryna set my daughter straight, makin' sure my baby good
Told her where I got these scars
Asked me what is Neighborhood
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, n*ggas tried to hit me up
Know that if my circle fall, n*ggas ain’t gon' get me up
Know I hold this hood down, tryna lift my city up
b*tches down to f*ck you if you lit enough
They f*ckin' if you lit enough
You workin' or you dreamin'?
We only eat with these demons
Took my stripper b*tch to Neimans, she was fiendin'
That pus*y wet: Aquafina
Line a n*gga, I need her
Bring a b*tch then she gon eat her, these Raf Simons Adidas
Foreign b*tch she got a body, no VISA
Won’t let me leave her
Love my mother, love my heater
Love my ex but I ain’t need her
I love my hood, I love my cuz
I love my lawyer like he blood
Got these diamonds out the mud
We don’t be talkin' to the fuzz—no!
Bird talk, transact, started off from dime bags
She gon' give that pus*y up, she want a Vuitton bag
30s in that stashbox, load it up for combat
Spent a couple bands on another “where you find that”
Long as I stay 10 toes
Long as I don’t ever tell
“Money over b*tches,” live by it, you'll never fail
Long as I stay 10 toes
Long as I don’t ever tell
“Money over b*tches,” live by it, you can never fail

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