Surf

[Verse 1: Vince Staples] Broken home, all I had was my homeboys Either build or destroy, what you going for? Just a pawn in the plan, tryna 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, selling crack for the white man? How you real, wouldn't kill for your right hand? On the stand, sworn in with your right hand It was all going good 'til the rave end Knife scars on your neck from your best friend Nas talk, keep a TEC on the nightstand Every nigga dead to the world 'til his life end [Chorus: Kilo Kish] You got it, I armed it, you dreamed 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? [Verse 2: Vince Staples] More Black kids killed from a pill than the Feds in the projects In the Planned Parenthood, playing God with your mom 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 on 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 your body, wouldn't bother with you none Spoiled rotten in the bottom of the slums Caught up in the fun [Chorus: Kilo Kish] You got it, I armed it, you dreamed 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?