Tsu Surf - Cocaine Paradise lyrics

[Intro] From the c**aine paradise, Brick City... Newark waddup! They thought I wasn't coming back Rest in peace to Newark, man... Shotgun, waddup? [Verse] I'm from a c**aine paradise, a h**n city where Gang members, fake n***as, snake b**hes – plenty there Loyalty is really rare, you could die anywhere MAC's clap, clips rip, automatic semis flare f**ers want you gone, gotta live with your gun n***as'll die for they set but won't live for they son Got time for they b**hes, show neglect to they daughter Ain't beefing for work so they get it by the quarter See the dark clouds cover us, no getting out for some of us If you ain't know better you'd think God didn't f** with us Little bit of money so the whips got 'em hatin' Gotta watch for the phonies and the fake salamu alaykum's A lot of questions unanswered and we don't know why n***a 12 years old throwing his gang in the sky I don't judge him, I don't judge him, that could be my lil cousin Told him, he don't live for somethin', he could die for nothin' I can still hear the shots fired, screams in my head Got a "rest in peace daddy" tat… he ain't even dead! Left us thinking these immature ways got mommy hurtin' And these triple stacked pills got Tsunami surfin' Scrape up the rent money, gotta get diapers When I'm sitting downstate playing monopoly with lifers Been a shooter since a kid, I'm hitting 9 out of 9 Jail taught me one thing: out of sight, out of mind Lil' Rail wanted to ball, but Jay-Jay popped him Kesha got kids, but DYFS done got them Reeks was out robbin', but Reek done got ten The King had a dream and you see they shot him So I'ma grind till I'm a victim of a homicide But I'll be damned another man make momma cry Two of yours, one of mine; somebody gotta die .40 cal baarracckkk! I'm letting that Obama fly Cold sweat nightmares, dreams from a bad book They ain't really bangin', they just liking how them flags look Play the corner like Champ out in Denver Flip keys by the seas in January till December Got max in the summer, tall cans in the winter See them turtle n***as snitchin' ‘Cause they running with the Splinters I been nice since, street lights, curfews Nick at Nite, pillow fights, Rugrats, Urkels The ones that know you the best, the ones that'll hurt you Protect me from the squares and I'll handle my circle I'm out riding for the team, boy, it's dinner time Heart of a leo, them twin 40s geminis Clip on maximum, this block'll get minimized Hood what I stand for, pain what I symbolize 100 round double grip, Shotgun drivin' Add a few slugs and I'll divide the whole problem The n***as that be talking ain't the ones ridin' Early morning kitchen whipping, I ain't making omelettes f** the police, see, I'm just being honest Think he running from me, sh**, he better be Sonic True trapstar, connect front 30 birds ‘Cause he know I'm Matt Ryan with them dirty birds Time to get it crackin', chopper make that "prattt" sound Men in Black flash; I'll clean this whole background Got enough for all nine lives, lay a cat down Aaron Rodgers on the field; can't let my pack down Not my daughter, not my mother, not my f**ing hood Would they k** me if they could? Yeah, they f**ing would I was young and fell in love with the strip Man, this hood a dirty broad, I'm still f**in' with the b**h See, if I don't make it out? Cool, I'ma die here ‘Cause I bang, ‘cause I trap and I ride here p**y, money, weed, dead bodies what they find here Good wherever I'm at, I'm feeling like LeBron here Tell them n***as come get me, I'll be waitin' on 'em Two Rondos, mask like Jason on 'em Hood been sleeping on him, n***as been hatin' on him Tim Duncan with the bread; Surf been bankin' on 'em Any problems, man, that gauge will clap Maybe they'll love me when I fade to black. Tsunami!