AFRO

[Intro: MIKE]

(Flea)

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

Probably prob– (Ugh, SURF GANG, baby)

(Ta-la-da)

[Chorus: MIKE]

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

[Verse: MIKE]

Sickened days, I felt the grief in my mother pad

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

And you a stranger to the streets, you ain't 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 thе east, race another lap

A duе vacation in Pari' and face a London pack

And niggas 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 up the weed 'til the hunger passed

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 your troubles stacked

[Chorus: MIKE]

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)

[Outro]

(SURF GANG, baby)

Nothing on your shoulders that you cannot handle