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proper respect - tsu surf lyrics

(they say why i dont make more radio friendly music
there ain’t nothing radio friendly from where i’m from
i’m sorry)

either these f*ck n*ggas try murder you
or cops try wait for you to pop, then bobby shmurda you (crazy)
nah ahahh, heart for the shmony
hid the choppers in the basment
mommy ain’t raise a dummy (naahh)
let me vent a bit, closed circle, need you a membership
cause pills ease the pain but i dont remeber sh*t ( i dont remeber sh*t)
i thougth i cried my last tear, back when cookie died, and cubie died
(cookie died, and cubie died )
i got deep fried
i chase shots of pain with drugs and bad b*tch’s hand
sometimes a bad b*tch giving a bad b*tch hand, it work
its giving me head, while in my head, im thinking like is he dead (like gone), like, like really dead? (d*mn)
thats when i sat up, his voice still in my like, “didn’t go cuz, back up”
the hands on my backup
seen the smoke blowin, coldest nights, high as h*ll
tv talking to me like the poltergeist she wanted me
she want it open, right?

cool, well here i go
this is real as it possibly could get, and i die to get the proper respect
so you can bump this when i die b*tch
i dont know what i want in the week (i dont know)
or if the fans recognice me if i want them to speak (i dont know)
they say everything thats good usually comes with a fee
i gave them everything i got, what else they wanted from me (what else)
bad enough, who knows if these b*tches really want me for me
or if really wanted a deal, think i might want a degree
my lil chick said i need to relax, she start rubbing my back
it make her nervous when i jump in my sleep, its f*cked
its a album for you (this is for you)
for me this is 25 years (my whole life)
over and over, and over, and over and over and over
just tryin get mommy some bigger sp*ce and sh*t, sp*ce to do what ever, i dont know, she like making sh*t (what ever she wants)
and a benz, definitely a benz, one that is big enough to fit all of her friends
she got trust issues like me (thats my girl)
so the coup would do her cool (thats my world)
still get the four door to let her brag pluss, pluss more sp*ce for food

is real as it possibly could get, you got to die to get the proper respect
you got to die to get the proper respect
so you can bump this when i die b*tch

i never did it for the gram (never)
i dont know much about stunnin (like nothing)
is loveing all the plusses, i’ll never go back to nothing
they gonna hate you anyway, no sene in telling what you touchin (f*ck’em)
a good place to spill my guts (right here)
sh*t, better me than the n*gga who got it tucked
just tryna document this sh*t, before my clock is up and sh*t
how many blunts i got to twist before im high enough to lift off
still appointed to clipper, chris paul, just matured now
dont get me p*ssed off
how you make it out without a outlet, cause n*ggas still trapped grindin
they didn’t make it out yet, nork[?]
this is real as it possibly could get, and i got die to get the proper respect
and i got die to get the proper respect
so you can bump this when i die b*tch

- tsu surf lyrics

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