Sand to the Beach - Skipper

Yeah, uh

See if I can one take check 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 the south 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, with 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 in Florida

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

Free smoke, we smoke, so savage

Come through, just youm 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 fuckin' Rav 4?

Thug style, you never thought I make it now

When I walk through, I prolly make a couple thou

Why give them the nitch and I ain’t letting off of nothing

You know life’s a bitch, and she don’t like it when you rush her

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