Album Cover Beach Sights

Beach Sights

J Salt

9

Chillin′ on this yacht

Makin' money with my stock

Up twenty in the firstSecond half there′s more work

More work in this dirt

More game to the sport

Sport mode in my coupe

Watch me whip every move

My game is too smooth

They recordin' every groove

That I make in this stu'

Classic jams by demand

Strawberry wit′ my hand

With a pen in my left

This game is for sale

I′m just here to buy what's left

I′m thinkin' ′bout a jet

Julio on the text

Falcon to this dirty bird

Yea, I rise above the nest

Understand who's the best

In the East or the West

Respect me as the best

Mention me wit′ the vets

Pro Bowlin' every year

Hi, Hawaii, I am here

Living out my best life

Let's book a private flight

Beach sights

Ocean life

Yea

I′m here for a week

Time to kick up my feet

I been workin′ hard

OT every week

Makin' rhymes to every beat

Got them songs to move ya feet

Turnin′ up when I rap

Champagne in my glass, fast

Campaign champagne

Yea, champagne campaign

Look, goin' in for life

With this pen when I right

Got the views of the water

Nipsey Hussle to the Carter

On the ride for that martyr

Be a husband to your daughter

Strapped up when, when I slaughter

Mask comes off to be a father

Oh, my God

I got a son

Young Sincere

He′s the one

Derrick Rose

The flower grew

He's the cement to my hue

A lesson for my spectrum

Never fold with that weapon

Oppression is the defense

Thank the Lord for full court pressin′

Struggles breed new blessings

Protect all protestin'

We gotta push for change

Black people still in chains

You hate to see that thing

I done seen too many slain

R-I-P to young McClain

Big love to that man

He should still be right here

Why does color breed fear

I'm so sick to my stomach

Couldn′t cry but I wanted

To shed a million tears

For all that died this year

I just had to pause real quick

Pour champagne for that kid

Left that bottle in the sand

Prayin′ that this story ends

And a new one begins

One that I can share wit' friends

And my God kids

I pray to God for their kids

My hope is quite simple

Equal rights for my people

They should be legal

They should be legal, dawg

You feel me

Do you feel me though

Yea, beach sights

Lagu lain oleh J Salt