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tsu surf - tsu surf freestyles on flex | freestyle #021 lyrics

[verse 1]
yo, ayy flex, turn a n-gg- up, this ’bout to take a minute
see i’ma james harden cook but you can stay for dinner
they say the flow god-like, but we don’t pray for sinners
a little more baking soda, tryna make it thinner
or i can turn this sh-t to rock like lynyrd skynyrd
and all the guys go like that little lizard
and my b-tch thigh highs like she k!lled the lizard
team ball, i feel like we can scrimmage the wizards
sh-t, .40 bang
i got b-tches takin’ trips from the six and i ain’t even in tory lane
projects with the goonies, i be where the shooters at
watchin’ for the b–bie traps
stash how we maneuver that, that’s where that lil uzi at
tell the homies movie that like snow on tha bluff
this hood poker, see his face, boy showin’ his bluff
i’m outta town, i be thottin’ with the 40’s and up
sh-t, drake said he brought charlamagne bottles
don’t worry, scr-p, i bought birds and they double-wrapped
two for me, two for you, papi, double that
they came to the house in a box, some bubble wrap
paranoia still kick in, had a hard time tryna fit in
how we gon’ get this sh-t in
i’m in the trap, slingin’ goodies baby, ridin’ with a fully baby
see a hoodie, promise it ain’t boogie baby
they tryna give a n-gg- years for a burner now
but they ain’t dare when them n-gg-s came burnin’ down
hood full of backstabbers, how i never turn around
we was makin’ big-boy moves while learnin’ how
it’s a process
and it’s crazy how the pain make the pills more easier to digest
bag is the mindset
they be sayin’ time is money but n-gg-s still never got the time yet
sh-t, i was right there when bro lost his mom dukes
he was cryin’ broken-hearted like times two
thinkin’ about all the sh-t he never got the time to
and i be beefin’ with my mother like i got two
last name kardashian, i’m lookin’ for her
nineteen or better with some bread, she a sugar daughter
and i’ll pull up on her, in some tan sh-t
stuntin’ hard, wasn’t even mine, that’s my man sh-t
but that’s fam sh-t and we don’t count favors
don’t worry ’bout it cuz, we can chop it down later
stamp say “whitney,” give out samples of the free bobby
shmurda copped out, new shirt say “free bobby!”
the code word for three ratchets: three thotties
still have nightmares, n-gg-s don’t sleep properly
trump runnin’ for office, wonder what he like
and what the c-ke prices gon’ be like
and ride with me, i can take you through them hood nights
f-ck the two hours, hit poughkeepsie for a good price
they say i talk about my grandma too much
she say i play around with hammers too much—it’s a cycle
lord forgive me, broke the weed up on the bible
sh-t, i done spit 16’s with my idols
sh-t, i done looked down the barrel of a rifle
catch a n-gg- still chillin’ in the cut
a chicken box still fill ’em in a up, i’m in the hood with it
if i don’t never go platinum, i hope the hood get it
rest in peace ‘pac, i really wonder if suge did it
brick city, yeah, where n-gg-s don’t come a lot
i’m talkin’ south ward, i’m talkin’ number blocks
og’s comin’ home, lil cuz run the block
the wrong night’ll have a n-gg- hold summer stock
i’m thinkin’ big steaks, i’m thinkin’ big meals
though in a deal, never really been a big deal
late night, tip drills, gotta tell grey [?] chill

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[verse 2]
playin’ with them 16’s: chris hansen
had the homies outside campin’
newark down to camden
i won’t stop trappin’ ’til my momma get a mansion
and a lam she can lamp in
‘cause she was there ridin’, momma was a roller
asked me why i had it in the house and i told her
“look, n-gg-s out ridin’, n-gg-s out creepin’
d’s givin’ out white bags you could sleep in
i don’t need you cryin’, i don’t need you screamin’.”
saw where i was comin’ from, momma let me keep it
baggin’ it in jars, tatted over scars
them summertime shootouts wasn’t fabulous at all
sh-t, call the goons, no prob, get ’em piled up
them other n-gg-s cool but old beans get me riled up
and i done seen a lot of humblin’ things
run it back, back runnin’, n-gg- fumble his jeans
n-gg- man turned vert, had to muzzle the team
don’t want company over ‘cause a n-gg- mother a fiend
cash rule, heard he did it all because of the cream
hash rule, heard he did it all because of the cream
heart racin’, it’s worse when you did it ‘cause you had to
that’s when it’s revenge, and when you do it then you glad to
hit a lick, we gotta clutch it if the bag there
cuz, what we lost, like three homies in the last year?
and free the cousins that’s been locked and bagged
cops k!llin’ so many n-gg-s might give ops a p-ss
sh-t, i been feelin’ different
tired of the hood, i’m thinkin’ villa different
walls closin’ in, i think i really might could feel the ceilin’
they say the only thing a man should ever fear is god
and every time i’m in that church i get teary-eyed
’bout where i’m comin’ from, ’bout where i’m headed to
these pigs k!llin’ n-gg-s—and they let ’em too!
collin kaepernick jersey in the 4-5
9-7-3, my name tsu, i’m your tour guide
n-gg-s sayin’, “why he snappin’ like that?”
i broke her heart, shouldn’t have happened like that
wonder what she think about me
why them other b-tches can’t get a drink up out me
go on the cross for my city like i’m jesus
threesome with two brown-skin pleasers
leanin’ like the piza, they ain’t even picky, ate pizza
squeezed their hair like some tweezers
we was up just in time to sling bieber
i could just picture my b-tch smilin’: mona lisa
she f-ck it up, after the first flip you might as well double up
use less cut if your tongue don’t get numb enough
i heard max comin’ home, free the wave out
we don’t take shorts, i tell the homies: “get a grave out!”
i call yup through, i call stamps up
i call free ground [?], i get ’em jammed up
and you can google what i did, we don’t talk much
handicap sticker by his crib: we be parked up
purple kush blunts, layin’ with a b-tch that smell like jack mac
make a n-gg- sick like nauseous
beans said it ain’t bein’ scared, be cautious
took a lot of weight, a n-gg- took a lot of losses
seen a n-gg- layin’ in a coffin?
me too, up all night tossin’
me and shortstop drivin’ up slauson
drop a few jewels, i just listen when he talkin’
i done been the aimer, i done been the target
one way or another, life feel like a bargain
n-gg-s talk to you that don’t f-ck with you at all
who you savin’ face for? n-gg- keep it tall
i just need my daughter, i just need my paper
ice in my vein: angelo russel from the lakers

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