Текст Tsu Surf – Look @ Me Now

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, O.T., 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