Surf

(album: Summertime 06 - 2015)

[Verse 1 Vince Staples:]
Broke and all I had was my homeboys
Either build or destroy, what you going for?
Just a pawn and a plan trying to 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 ya right hand
It was all going good 'til the rave end
Knife scars on ya neck from ya best friend
Now it's talk, leave a tec' on ya nightstand
Leave a nigga dead to the world 'til his life end

[Hook Kilo Kish:]
You got it, I armed it, you dreamt it, I start it
You're missing 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?

[Verse 2 Vince Staples:]
More black kids killed from a pill than the FEDs in the projects
In the planned parenthood playing God with ya mom's check, you ain't even been to prom yet
Sixteen, heard you wanna be a star girl
What he charge for the dream? Getcha ball girl
What's the price for 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 looking for somebody you can love
He was looking for somebody he could fuck
Took ya body, wouldn't bother with you none
Spoiled rotten in the bottom of the slums
Caught up in the fun

[Hook Kilo Kish:]
You got it, I armed it, you dreamt it, I start it
You're missing 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?