1: Tsu Surf]
One time for the niggas that see my vision clear
Cause we ain't watching it in the movies, we was living there
Kitchen full of plastic shit, room full of silver wear
Shit way better now, but I still care
Told Momma we would make it, shit we making it
These dope lines, I'm just trying to get to the base of it
Riding by myself, smoking something loud
Thinking of some shit beyond life, like Grandmama proud
Who would of thought that we would have made it past most of them
Jail cells, shoot outs, this a game we wasn't s'posed to win
Them snake hoes still rattle when you close to them
I gotta let it out, I'm trying to hold it in
Take a flight across the world, that's a nice nap
And gotta land in the hood, and come right back
To the fake friends, the phony hoes
To the Leprechauns feelin like you owe em gold
But I love this place, like I love my Mother
Love that thing on my waist, like I love my Brother
Ironic, the crazier the bitch, the more you love her
So when the hood open her arms, what you do but hug her
What you do but hug her
Most prayers sent don't make it up around here
Survival's first, getting out is like a plus around here
You ever been addicted, hustle hustle, got Quotas for Christmas
My daughter wrote my Daddy's freedom on top of the wish list
Preaching scream "we street Demons" and they need us out
No telling where I'm headed, but it damn sure ain't the scenic route
Man this strap ain't for show, and some niggas come and some go
And if they coming I'm throwin, everything that I'm holding I'm holding
My heart colder then a frozen aisle
Niggas came through shooting, God chose a child
And I won't question his reasons, but Momma standing there screaming
And Daddy booked for some seasons, Karma's still going ground
A lot of lost souls on these back blocks
Bangers, junkies, crack rock, watch ou