Testo Sand To The Beach

Yeah, ugh
See if I can one check take this

Look, young niggas lying dead in the street
Where I'm from we ain't scared of police (we ain't scared of police)
Make a move just tryna stretch out my reach
And these niggas bringing sand to the beach
Man the [?] so sweet till you really live in it Pics for the 'Gram like you really been winning
If you really want it, there is nothing to show for it
Got years in the game, when nothing to show for it
I motivate myself, I'm pushing and go forward
The game saturated with fools, there's no order
I'm giving y'all career-high stats in one quarter
My future looking brighter than a summer down at [?]
You burning all your bridges, place yourself into corner
You show all that attitude no wonder they don't want you
Everything I've seen, doing everything I want to
I'm living out my dreams especially when they come true
The last of the era when niggas keep it a hundred
I'm ten toes down, a hundred mile and running
I hope my family proud of the person that I'm becoming
I ain't dropping the ball, I'm focused on what's important
Yeah, yeah
No hook
Serious business
Coming back around though
Switched it up on you niggas

Look, profile, whole style, outstanding
Wrist smoke, we smoke, so savage
Come through just you no baggage
Outside worldwide, whole atlas
My life, two words, so Loco
Out straight y'all hating that's free promo
Success no stress that's what I work for, what you think I rap for? To push a fucking Rav 4
Thug style you never thought I made it now
When I walk through I prolly make a couple thou
Why give them the nitch and I ain't letting of nothing
You know life's a bitch and she don't like it when you rush it
Depending on how you touch her, she might turn around and love ya or chew you up, spit you out add you to the numbers
To the hardest out, pulling doubt ending all discussions
The hardest nigga rapping on percussion
They call me Skipper