Tsu Surf
Tsu Surf & Lu Jerz
Tsu Surf & Lu Jerz & Joe Budden
Tsu Surf
Tsu Surf
Tsu Surf
Tsu Surf & Ab-Soul & Fred the Godson
Tsu Surf & Kevin Durant
Tsu Surf
Tsu Surf & & Wale
Tsu Surf
[Verse 1: Tsu Surf]
Cops blocking, I play the block - Ibaka on 'em
Shooting from long range, kept a chopper on 'em
I can talk about how plenty tired to take mine
Hate mine, spent all things, forcing me baselines
Back and fourth the court suicides, watch how I'm a make 'em need
Suicide watch, go and kill yourself (don't kill yourself)
And I ain't ever had a hand out
Wasn't even GPS, I just made a damn route
And I ran it like I wide receive
Cause death or jail like the last thing my Momma need
She said boy you tripping, I mumbled back, like my Momma please (just chill)
Once your hands dirty ain't no kind of clean
She had to stash, she wanna stop, but you can't
From 0 to 35 like Russel out to Durant (wow)
She had to stash, she wanna stop, but you can't
From 0 to 35 like Russel out to Durant
[Break]
[Verse 2: Kevin Durant]
A quiet youngin' man, I never lived the fast life
But seen some of my homies carry steel to get there cash right
Matter fact I got a call, I lost a homie last night
I'm past tight, talking with the man like you ain't playing nice
I skipped the trapping and the banging and went right to hoopin'
Teachers never liked me up in school causer I was such a nuisance
Seen my brother busting tables, but now he push a Benz
Had a couple homies, but, now I think he losing friends
Sitting in the mirror, man where I'ma go next
I looked down and seen the time ticking on my Rolex
I gotta get it, I gotta get it cause I never had it
I only went to school once a week cause I was skipping classes
I'm sitting back, reminiscing on my past moves
I'm paranoid and nervous, that's what the cash do
Maryland on my back and I'ma rep it 'til I die
But I'ma stay going hard for all my brothers in the sky and I'm out
[Verse 3: Tsu-Surf]
I kept two to make it thunder, Sefolosha
Cause everybody bangin' 'til they hear the poster
He never made it back court, no buzzer beating
He love the streets in the hood, but know his mother need him
Shit got hard then he had to go
It was this to the green, the nigga had to blow
Regret a few things I ain't proud of
Blacks of seed got me tripping that's what the loud does
That's another scene, from another movie
Like a blunt another show, another groupie
That's a scene from another movie
Like a blunt another show, another groupie