Surface Video (MV)

Tell me who the Captain sharpen the knife
Midnight shit might darken my life
Rolling with the dogs that bark for the night
Weed so bright they the Northern Lights
Pull up strong, I'm the baller type
If it's shots, I'm the caller type
The ones that clap and the ones that boom
Mag just slap and erase that fool
Firing pin coming out that tool
Grind the SIN and the barrel too
Don't drop none, not a hair or too
Forensic shit man, it's scaring you
Not me, do you copy
Chilling with the brothers and the papis
One say flex on the opps, B
Alright then, give me my lapiz
Give me my paper, give me my dough
Run that shit, bro, I'm trying to go
Few more bars and I'm out the door
Run on down to the corner store
Backwoods out, I'm like damn, let's go
Weed too lonely, I'm trying to blow
Out the stress, I been down and vexed
And I only feel peace when around some Vets
Metaphor shit, life's loud I guess
Said a few bars that I still regret
Almost died from the pills and shit
But now, who the f*ck is killing it?
Spit on sets if I'm willing it
Sick ass beats, man I'm tilling it
Out of the soil, out of the mud
Out of the hood like that's what's up