Tsu Surf - Look At Me Now lyrics
[Tsu Surf - Look At Me Now lyrics]
Keep it off safety, it's a cold world
It's more like a lesson, not a burden
Play the curb and you look both
Ways before you serve 'em
Try to bag it up, weigh it by the 9
No shorts, long shift
You bring it back every time
Them bibby birds go assist him with the dimes
'Til you bossin' with that real Rondo: Rajon
You don't gotta switch your team to be LeBron
Get the Maybach with the
Chauffeur and the Butler, caron
Pay attention as I walk you through my mind
I ain't snappin', shit I do this all the time
But look
Put up half what you earn on some safe shit
Moms get the extra ki just in case shit
Quick flips, great flips, OT, weight flips
Cops come
They don't know shit if you don't say shit
All you do is get a couple of workers
Let 'em sample it: that's customer service
Set a quota for the day
You ain't gotta rush, pace yourself
'Cause when them handcuffs click
You gon' hate yourself
Poker games with your life
You better call in
Bullshittin' with them chips, push 'em all in
It always feel good when you ballin'
Fuckin' with them wild cats
Them John's got you walled in
This a manual in case
You gotta breeze through
It's complicated, you don't understand it
You don't need to
Not tryin' to push you in a gang, lil nigga
But, it's real if you go and bang bang
Lil nigga
Now these hoes, that's a sticky situation
They could look like Heaven but
Be built like Satan
They use their looks as a form of sedation
Those some hatin' ass bitches
Get it cookin' for the bakin'
I ain't gon' tell you how Tonya did Hak
Ain't have money for the rent
Got him chopped off the block
Long story short, bruh: twenties over twat
So be stackin' up them knots before
You after all the box
It's just basic! Will he ride? Will
He roll? Will he bang?
Will he nod left to right
When prosecutors say your name?
When your grandmama die
Did he really feel your pain?
Can you look into his eyes and sure
That he feel the same? yeah?
When y'all got a tag team, block 'em
When he wrong, you rock 'em: he supplies
You stock 'em if he out then you got him
From the top to the bottom
But, it's still a lil problem 'cause
You still gotta watch him
Bein' precautious ain't a crime
Three things that test loyalty: pussy
Money and time
Did he ever meet your daughter
Have a laugh with your mom?
Would you still see a real real
Nigga if you was blind?
(Pay attention) You just gotta get
It how you live
Send the goons out and everybody
Get it 'cept the kids know it's fucked up
But that's just how it is
If this ain't your cup of tea then
Go the fuck about your biz
When you all planned out, can't sleep
Tried everything but you still can't eat
And you tryin' to be strong
But your patience wearin' weak
Press play, lil bruh
I'll walk you through the streets
It's more like a lesson, not a burden
Play the curb and you look both
Ways before you serve 'em
Try to bag it up, weigh it by the 9
No shorts, long shift
You bring it back every time
Them bibby birds go assist him with the dimes
'Til you bossin' with that real Rondo: Rajon
You don't gotta switch your team to be LeBron
Get the Maybach with the
Chauffeur and the Butler, caron
Pay attention as I walk you through my mind
I ain't snappin', shit I do this all the time
But look
Put up half what you earn on some safe shit
Moms get the extra ki just in case shit
Quick flips, great flips, OT, weight flips
Cops come
They don't know shit if you don't say shit
All you do is get a couple of workers
Let 'em sample it: that's customer service
Set a quota for the day
You ain't gotta rush, pace yourself
'Cause when them handcuffs click
You gon' hate yourself
Poker games with your life
You better call in
Bullshittin' with them chips, push 'em all in
It always feel good when you ballin'
Fuckin' with them wild cats
Them John's got you walled in
This a manual in case
You gotta breeze through
It's complicated, you don't understand it
You don't need to
Not tryin' to push you in a gang, lil nigga
But, it's real if you go and bang bang
Lil nigga
Now these hoes, that's a sticky situation
They could look like Heaven but
Be built like Satan
They use their looks as a form of sedation
Those some hatin' ass bitches
Get it cookin' for the bakin'
I ain't gon' tell you how Tonya did Hak
Ain't have money for the rent
Got him chopped off the block
Long story short, bruh: twenties over twat
So be stackin' up them knots before
You after all the box
It's just basic! Will he ride? Will
He roll? Will he bang?
Will he nod left to right
When prosecutors say your name?
When your grandmama die
Did he really feel your pain?
Can you look into his eyes and sure
That he feel the same? yeah?
When y'all got a tag team, block 'em
When he wrong, you rock 'em: he supplies
You stock 'em if he out then you got him
From the top to the bottom
But, it's still a lil problem 'cause
You still gotta watch him
Bein' precautious ain't a crime
Three things that test loyalty: pussy
Money and time
Did he ever meet your daughter
Have a laugh with your mom?
Would you still see a real real
Nigga if you was blind?
(Pay attention) You just gotta get
It how you live
Send the goons out and everybody
Get it 'cept the kids know it's fucked up
But that's just how it is
If this ain't your cup of tea then
Go the fuck about your biz
When you all planned out, can't sleep
Tried everything but you still can't eat
And you tryin' to be strong
But your patience wearin' weak
Press play, lil bruh
I'll walk you through the streets