Surfers (feat. Xeight)
Give me that stack of the stash
Burn it up, like it's the grass
Pass it down through the alley
We right having a blast
Fuck everybody, imma do
What I wanna do
Take a better view
This is my crew
We the brand new
The shades in Hue
You wanna cheer the crowd, let me be a clown
Already Painted brown
Imma steel ur crown
Because I'm
Blood thirsty as Fuck
Stuck, still in the basement
Gotta break through these trunks
Hunt down every enemy
Then I be, crushin' these mumblin' fucks
Movin like we the real Mossad
Living life like I'm the god
Living life like I'm the god
Living life like I'm the god
Money on my mind
Money on the line
So divine, it's that money
Imma grind
It's about time
Imma find my tide
Keep your wide eyed open
This that fine line abscind
You just the faded sign
I'm the intertwined
That's fine
'Cause Imma Teach em a lesson with impression
Attention
I Neva mention the Sessions with tension
That's the fraction of redemption
Hence I'm the God, y'all only my reflections
Movin like we the real Mossad
Living life like I'm the god
Living life like I'm the god
Living life like I'm the god
Money on my mind
Money on the line
So divine, it's the money imma grind
Draw a line, imma cross over for the dime
Because I ain't static
Probably a problematic
Distinguished crooked gentleman
Probably a problem addict
Yeah, I have it
I'mma fire from the fest
Really can't fix it, admit it
This that supernova convict
Only Chipped, little bit of this subscript
I'm the greatest dynamite in the rappers conflict
Burn it up, like it's the grass
Pass it down through the alley
We right having a blast
Fuck everybody, imma do
What I wanna do
Take a better view
This is my crew
We the brand new
The shades in Hue
You wanna cheer the crowd, let me be a clown
Already Painted brown
Imma steel ur crown
Because I'm
Blood thirsty as Fuck
Stuck, still in the basement
Gotta break through these trunks
Hunt down every enemy
Then I be, crushin' these mumblin' fucks
Movin like we the real Mossad
Living life like I'm the god
Living life like I'm the god
Living life like I'm the god
Money on my mind
Money on the line
So divine, it's that money
Imma grind
It's about time
Imma find my tide
Keep your wide eyed open
This that fine line abscind
You just the faded sign
I'm the intertwined
That's fine
'Cause Imma Teach em a lesson with impression
Attention
I Neva mention the Sessions with tension
That's the fraction of redemption
Hence I'm the God, y'all only my reflections
Movin like we the real Mossad
Living life like I'm the god
Living life like I'm the god
Living life like I'm the god
Money on my mind
Money on the line
So divine, it's the money imma grind
Draw a line, imma cross over for the dime
Because I ain't static
Probably a problematic
Distinguished crooked gentleman
Probably a problem addict
Yeah, I have it
I'mma fire from the fest
Really can't fix it, admit it
This that supernova convict
Only Chipped, little bit of this subscript
I'm the greatest dynamite in the rappers conflict
Credits
Writer(s): Running Xeight
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