Surf (feat. Kilo Kish)

Broken home, all I had was my homeboys Either build or destroy, what you going for? Just a pawn and a plan tryin' 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 sellin' 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 goin' 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 You got it, I armed it, you dreamt 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 playin' 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 that you bought 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 lookin' for somebody you can love He was lookin' 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 You got it, I armed it, you dreamt 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?