Testo The Salt Life

Wishin for the salt life, Beach side
Gotta fly coach style in the morning back up to ny
That's where I got my crew
That's where I got my boo
I told her “I wanna bring every grain of sand back to you”
And the palm shade
She could rock roller blades
Short shorts bikini top summershine never stop
Palm beach
Where I went to grade school
A's for the ass that I got by the cool pool
But its December
And im 23
Strapped with the long johns- Astoria queens
N train fuckin up
Her nipple tips hard as fuck
She hates the snow- snifflin' bundled up
Because we cant go to coney
Rappers who don't listen like to hate and say I'm phoney
Said, “man you don't live the pirates life”
Check my i-tunes and tell me I don't pirate right
You didn't see it comin- like assassination Spekta
Possess ya
The sleak assanata
The one with the pocket full of the heads of hatas
Crated shipped
Teeth broken chipped
My spit is for sweet teeth
Areosal cool whip
Thrift hits
Kissed lips
Bathing suit nip slips
Multigrain flow like garden salsa sun chips
Not a death rap
But a bitch slap
To any mc with the weak words spat
The tar I burn is black
Scraped from the bowl front to back
These rhymes aint crack
They hit like withdrawls
Assassinated from behind in the bathroom stall