Reflections - Tsu Surf, Beanie Sigel

The living dead tell you stay woke: oxymoron

Morons addicted to Percs, I’m off the heroin

«Rapper OD’d off codeine"reads the headline

Pretty Whitneys followin' Bobbys to a deadline

Niggas addicted to my leisure, pleasure and licks

This the era of lady dope fiends and young Gippers

Misters wearin' purses and shirts made for Miss’s

Gangstas wearin choakers, this shit viscious

Matter of fact, this shit sickenin'

Demasculatin' men, masculatin' these women

The same sex of anything can’t produce children

Man who approved these new rules of livin'?

Who’s catchin'? Who’s pitchin'? You choose the villain

Shit, do you Boo, just don’t confuse the children

I choose to kill 'em, shit the truth is what I tell 'em

Ain’t it generous to trick your baby girl to be a Ellen

These new rappers dressed in drag, callin' it «swag»

Big-ass bag and a zip, callin' it «drip»

My real niggas respect that the squares gon' rep

Before I ever fall for that shit, I’m callin' it quits

No super-skinny jeans, this .45 compacted but it’s extended

We rent it then get it tinted

Insurance for when we spendin'

Then we double back, thunder clap

Nother problem, nother MAC

Funny hair colors, this Lil Uzi don’t mumble rap

We too legit, hammers be a must when you movin' bricks

I hit his eye, the other eye blink, movie shit

Try me, old Beans for the homi

My mother found the pound and found the strap with the bodies

That’s real stuff, dropped a body

Almost got bodied and then I heeled up

Designer don’t impress me, spent a feature on that lil pump

These opiates got my generation feelin' emotionless

Closed they block down then we opened it

All beef I had, I ate most of it

FN Five-seven, I ain’t postin' it

Zipper down my stomatch, can’t open it

Kitchen whippin', bigger plans, feds listenin' in that van

Middle-man conspiracy, indict him off his Instagram

Judge to the judgin', what he do with his life?

I can double tap a trigger, I don’t do it for likes

That ain’t a orgy, that’s a mission, I hit two in a night

Wasn’t a orgy, that’s a mission, I hit two in a night

These niggas clowns without the big shoes and a red nose

Fuck, them cowards ain’t got no heart, straight scarecrows

I need more than ten man (Tin Man)

I’m off to see the Wizard for the big load

Count up the total and move a Brick Road

Caught a case, no co-defendant, dark road, bed cold

Cuz ain’t never comin' back, his son see him in fed clothes

A part of war, they tried to do me when they saw me

I be feelin' like it’s comin', bought a chopper and a .40

Streets dried up, coke prices in the 40s

Every dopeboy screamin' FREE EL CHAPO when they caught him

It’s drop time, ain’t no receits when you bought 'em

Caught number chasin', every point losin' quarters

Pill poppin', Percocets ain’t workin', need another strength

That was me, that sunroof got enough space let you drum that clip

Cautious, this Caucasian acquirin' that he want a brick

We don’t no weird and no funny shit