Lyrics Sand to the Beach - Skipper

Sand to the Beach

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