Surface

Tell me who the Captain sharpen the knife Midnight shit might darken my life Rolling with the dogs that bark for the night Weed so bright they the Northern Lights Pull up strong, I'm the baller type If it's shots, I'm the caller type The ones that clap and the ones that boom Mag just slap and erase that fool Firing pin coming out that tool Grind the SIN and the barrel too Don't drop none, not a hair or too Forensic shit man, it's scaring you Not me, do you copy Chilling with the brothers and the papis One say flex on the opps, B Alright then, give me my lapiz Give me my paper, give me my dough Run that shit, bro, I'm trying to go Few more bars and I'm out the door Run on down to the corner store Backwoods out, I'm like damn, let's go Weed too lonely, I'm trying to blow Out the stress, I been down and vexed And I only feel peace when around some Vets Metaphor shit, life's loud I guess Said a few bars that I still regret Almost died from the pills and shit But now, who the f*ck is killing it? Spit on sets if I'm willing it Sick ass beats, man I'm tilling it Out of the soil, out of the mud Out of the hood like that's what's up