Tsu Surf, Kevin Durant - Want It lyrics
[Tsu Surf, Kevin Durant - Want It lyrics]
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
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
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
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
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
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