Surfboard II Lyrics

I'm out of town chillin

I was down a few racks but I still gotta get it

They was calling this my downfall, ain't drop in a minute

Got my future lookin' brighter than stars in the ceilin

Now that's a different feelin

I get it, I said I really get it

Everybody just in it for themselves, so you gotta keep that tunnel vision

It's crazy how I still got love for those who movin' shady

I'm playin' chess, you on that checkerboard, so don't you try to play me

No surfboard, no surfboard

Bitch, I been there and I've done that

It ain't no competition with these niggas, I'm sayin' fuck that

Cause you don't want no beef with me, I'll leave you with a toe tag

Comin' from the bottom of the bottom, talkin' bottom of the pool

Remember back then before the rappin, I was just a fool

Used to run around the projects youngin with a loose screw

Couldn't afford a Glock, we used to ride around with a deuce-deuce

Been thinkin' bout all the times I was in misery

She wanna call me just cause she missin' me

Fuck outta here with all your tendencies

Got a plug from Rhode Island all the way to Tennessee

Feels like I'm goin' harder than ever, I'm controllin' my weather

I was tired of strugglin' so I just wanted better

These niggas askin' for handouts but I could never

Gotta go and get off your ass and go and get the cheddar

No surfboard, no surfboard, uh, no surfboard

No surfboard, uh, no surfboard

But I still make em ride the wave

My brodie popped out, he sayin"who gon' die today?"

I popped out, I get it, yeah, money for breakfast, yeah

She wanna chill so I told her whenever, yeah, yeah

Sometimes I wanna get lit, sometimes I get in my zone and I wanna spit

I'ma just cruise down the city and get some motivation just so I can never quit

My brodie locked for a homicide, I'm just prayin' that the lawyer save him

These niggas so pussy, I hate em

Back then when a nigga used to serve nickle bags in the basement

Or back then when a bad bitch wouldn't look my way, or wouldn't chase me

(No surfboard shit)

Plenty nights I cried, God forgive me

Two AM, slidin' with a pocket rocket, crispy

The hideout, probably out somewhere in Kissimmee

Don't piss me off, I got shottas in the city, uh

Got a bad bitch with me and you know I got the city goin' up

Lotta opp niggas callin' my phone, I tell they ass what's up

She a real bitch, put it in her purse, you know she keep it tucked

This Vol. two, I'm on another wave, they cannot fuck with us

No surfboard, no surfboard, uh

No surfboard, no surfboard, uh

No surfboard, but I still make em ride the wave

My brody popped out, he sayin, who gon' die today