Surf God - Let That Sink

Got 25 to life worth of rock in my sock
Momma mad I’ll risk the cops before I go punch a clock
You gonna fuck the bag up
Gotta crawl before you walk
Forever loyal to the plug
You Couldn’t pay me to talk
To much drip all on my body you couldn’t pay for a drop
Ima a Boy Scout in the trap so many ways to make knots
I’m not grinding for no reason winter time ain’t season
Heard that boy committed treason let the piece get to squeezing
Ima ball out just like pezzy if the boys try to sit me
Watching kids turn to angels out here battling demons
Dream chasing with the white I’ll move the rock through the nations
You can make some extras off it you just gotta be patient
Attorney fees will knock em down might slap my wrist with probation
How they expecting me stay clean all this temptations I’m facing
Barely respected is expected they see monkeys an cages
Snatched away our freedom but they gave enough just to taste it
I can run 100 routes an never slip on the pavement
Old heads look at me an see the time that they wasted
New niggas hear my sound try to copy an paste it
1 of 1 but if I have a son he the next to obtain it
Simple life when I was 11 now things keep getting stranger
OG taught me how to cook it didn’t speak of these dangers
In the streets these niggas rappers in a cell they just singers
Mane theses niggas aint no hustlas instagram entertainers
I can throw you in the game make sure you save that retainer
How you expect the ship to sail if you keep being the anchor
If my nig*as go to war I guess I’m being the tanker
Sent some niggas through the back they wasn’t watching for flankers
Got 25 to life worth of rock in my sock
Momma mad I’ll risk the cops before I go punch a clock
You gonna fu*k the bag up
Gotta crawl before you walk
Forever loyal to the plug
You Couldn’t pay me to talk
To much drip all on my body you couldn’t pay for a drop
Ima a Boy Scout in the trap so many ways to make knots
I’m not grinding for no reason winter time ain’t season
Heard that boy committed treason let the piece get to squeezing
They say real recognize real
Then why the fuck these people keep on hating on a player still
Said the last weed it ain’t hit for real
Just weighed a 8 of white might forget I gotta switch the scales
You got the product I can make the sales
Aint gotta pay the taxes cause yo name gone be ya money trail
Many tried even more had failed
Life get a little harder when you taking off them training wheels
If I lost it all today i swear its Back to the basics
Back to kicking in these doors smacking faces with stainless
Brodie relaps off them drugs said it helps him feel painless
I’m just worried bout a check don’t really care to be famous
Swear These niggas out here sorry I cant be pictured with em
You drinking on b cardi I’m trynna do features with her
Won’t catch me at the parties cause I’m handling business
Everyday I’m on the road I got perfect attendance
Got 25 to life worth of rock in my sock
Momma mad I’ll risk the cops before I go punch a clock
You gonna fuck the bag up
Gotta crawl before you walk
Forever loyal to the plug
You Couldn’t pay me to talk
To much drip all on my body you couldn’t pay for a drop
Ima a Boy Scout in the trap so many ways to make knots
I’m not grinding for no reason winter time ain’t season
Heard that boy committed treason let the piece get to squeezing

Written by:
David Ware

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