huntington sunrise.
Sun burnt
Beach breeze
I dont need a six pack
I sit back
Dropping gems
At the shore you might see a piff Pack
In a ziplock
One a clock
And I dip right before they all crash
I zip past
Asking who the best
But honestly I been that
Burning my legs
Right infront of the ocean
I keep one rolled
Like I keep my compsure
Altima dusty
Cruising around half a bumper
Till I flip the whip to a rover
Eight O eight thumping
While mr potty mouth is dumping
Shells out where the pump is
Aiming at your pumpkin
Fuck it
Just might blast at your wig
For a slight reduction
I cant look down
When im aiming towards the Summit
Hunger in my stomach
Never needa front it
Hunting in the jungle
For a stack a hunnits
In abundance
I feel like a pharaoh
Ruling till a mummy
No cup of muddy
For me buddy
I been on a new wave
Fuck the old days
I need new days
Newer chapter
I start on a new page
When I say im the best
Say touché
And there'll be no problems
If you got an issue
Im the one to solve it
Dissolving the petty
On eight O eight solvent
If she give me brain
Than why do I need college
Im flipping my bars
Turning that into profit
We all are gods angels
But I am a profit
I know I sound cocky
I back up my process
Replacing the lint
With a mill in my pockets
Maestro
Beach breeze
I dont need a six pack
I sit back
Dropping gems
At the shore you might see a piff Pack
In a ziplock
One a clock
And I dip right before they all crash
I zip past
Asking who the best
But honestly I been that
Burning my legs
Right infront of the ocean
I keep one rolled
Like I keep my compsure
Altima dusty
Cruising around half a bumper
Till I flip the whip to a rover
Eight O eight thumping
While mr potty mouth is dumping
Shells out where the pump is
Aiming at your pumpkin
Fuck it
Just might blast at your wig
For a slight reduction
I cant look down
When im aiming towards the Summit
Hunger in my stomach
Never needa front it
Hunting in the jungle
For a stack a hunnits
In abundance
I feel like a pharaoh
Ruling till a mummy
No cup of muddy
For me buddy
I been on a new wave
Fuck the old days
I need new days
Newer chapter
I start on a new page
When I say im the best
Say touché
And there'll be no problems
If you got an issue
Im the one to solve it
Dissolving the petty
On eight O eight solvent
If she give me brain
Than why do I need college
Im flipping my bars
Turning that into profit
We all are gods angels
But I am a profit
I know I sound cocky
I back up my process
Replacing the lint
With a mill in my pockets
Maestro
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Writer(s): Mark Moreno
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