Surf (feat. Kilo Kish)

Broken home, all I had was my homeboys

Either build or destroy, what you going for?

Just a pawn in the plan, tryna hold on

When the smoke clear, why was the war fought?

'Bout time you abandon the folklore

How you rich, but your bitch in an old Ford?

How you Black, selling crack for the white man?

How you real, wouldn't kill for your right hand?

On the stand, sworn in with your right hand

It was all going good 'til the rave end

Knife scars on your neck from your best friend

Nas talk, keep a TEC on the nightstand

Every **** dead to the world 'til his life end

You got it, I armed it, you dreamed it, I start it

You're missin' the target, what more can you ask me for?

You want it, my dearly departed

I cocked back and shot it, what more can you ask me for?

More Black kids killed from a pill than the Feds in the projects

In the Planned Parenthood, playing God with your mom check

You ain't even been to prom yet

Sixteen, heard you wanna be a star, girl

What he charge for the dream that you bought, girl?

What's the price on a life in this dark world?

Couple hundred where I come from

How you sleep when the sun down?

I ain't really tryna judge, they be lookin' for somebody you can love

He was lookin' for somebody he could fuck

Took your body, wouldn't bother with you none

Spoiled rotten in the bottom of the slums

Caught up in the fun

You got it, I armed it, you dreamed it, I start it

You're missin' the target, what more can you ask me for?

You want it, my dearly departed

I cocked back and shot it, what more can you ask me for?