(Flea)

Living fast, always swing with the lean, if it wasn't gas

Probably prob– (Ugh, SURG GANG, baby)

(Ta-la-da)

Crazy just to think how much love has passed

That's what made me into a G, never run it back

I grew up blazing by the sink, tryna run it back

Was fewer praise out for peace, move a hundred racks

Sickened days, I felt the grief in my mother pad

Been tryna make it own my feet and made a couple laughs

Are you a stranger to the streets? Need to come to class

They teach you how to raise the fee, make the double fast

Swayin' with a lean, if it wasn't gas

They probably breaking in their feet, pray for another gat

Can sit and staying in the east, race another lap

A due vacation in Pari' and face a London pack

And **** hated on the team, fuck, what's up with that?

Because we raining like the spring, like the summer's bad

They're giving pain to any dweeb if they wanted that

Your lil' vape don't even sting, why it's bubblewrap?

An innovator, I'm the dream, my lucky ass

And you can't take me out to sleep, huh

Remember breaking out the weed to the hungry path

I felt the weight of all the heat, my luggage dragged

One thing 'bout aging that I peep, I need to underpack

Or put the pave to your teeth for your brother yak

You thought I'd be there for relief, now you chose stat

Crazy just to think how much love has passed

What made me to a king, never running back

I grew up blazing by the sink, tryna run it back

Was fewer praise out for peace, move a hundred racks

Crazy just to think how much love has passed

That's what made me to a G, never running back

I grew up blazing by the sink, tryna run it back

Was fewer praise out for peace, move a hundred racks (Flea)

(SURF GANG, baby)

Nothing on your shoulders, that you cannot handle