Surf God - One Take Pt. 2

Turned the rules of the streets into a way of life
Now I’m moving discreet you gotta play it right
Can’t go to war with no cheese you gotta pay to fight
Living evil gotta pay the price
Ain’t got a handout for a nigga who wasn’t riding wit me
Deep inside the night
An heard them shots an hit the ground wit me
Thief inside the night
The jakes pulled up they had the hounds wit em
Scream my name into the mic
So when I speak the crowd hear me
Only real niggas relating you know how it be
If you don’t you get the point even the blind could see
It ain’t meant to be what it is unless you let it
They Putting numbers against the kid but we can bet it
Got me wall to wall hoping I fall straight from the heavens
Breaking every bone and jaw in they body before I let em
There’s no need to go an sound the alarm this just a message
Better check them crystals around ya neck before you test me(ha ha)
Only a fool would think the sky is the limit
Turn this coupe into a chariot then take a ride to Olympus
You claiming you a boss then why ain’t ya guys in position
Stop saying you the plug if ya work ain’t consistent
Hit the lick all by yourself nobody can fuck up mission
Just counting up these racks I swear this shit repetition
You get to flexing over 10 then they start paying attention
Got 200 on the dash but my mind on a million
Bodied all these rappers see my name all on the Kill feed
Old 9 still throw a dime an hit my target call it drew brees
Exotic flavors kicked my lungs like punching bags for Bruce lee
Walking through the function all the shots just be like who’s he
Thought bruh was rea step opend his mouth and said excuse me
Might treat you with respect don’t let that curtesy confuse me
Still beat a niggas ass like white cops in 80s movies
I just hope he thinking fast he better quit with all that moving
Shit get deep nigga
Leave you dead In these waters don’t you sink nigga
They don’t care if you a father we didn’t need em nigga
Taking chance to get farther catch me speeding nigga
With some repeat offenders never wit pretenders
Ima keep on cashing these checks before the bank close
Ima press gas on his neck until the lane closed
Why they keep on asking who’s next I let name show
I’m this close to smacking a rapper to show he been a hoe
Done playing nice
Turned the rules of the streets into a way of life
Now I’m moving discreet you gotta play it right
Can’t go to war with no cheese you gotta pay to fight
Living evil gotta pay the price
Ain’t got a handout for a nigga who wasn’t riding wit me
Deep inside the night an heard them shots an hit the ground wit me
Thief inside the night the jakes pulled up they had the hounds wit em
Scream my name into the mic so when I speak the crowd hear me

Written by:
David Ware

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