[Intro] Skrrt skrrt Yeah Hood star SunCoast [Verse 1] Born in the trailer row Rust on the AC, mold on the door Mama in the kitchen, court on the phone Landlord trippin', we still stayin' though Roaches in the cereal, bleach in the tub Unc keep a pipe under Bible and the gloves Cousin hit a lick, came back, all mud New chrome rims on a broke-down truck Probation check at the side step Hiding all the cash in a tied trash bag State on my neck, tryna side bet That I end up dead or in all-white, tagged But I’m outside Tank top, slide on the hot white drive Feet burn, heart cold, look in my eyes Got a demon in the grin when I say, “I’ma rise” (yeah) [Chorus] I’m the monster of SunCoast Trailer hood legend when the moon get low Crawlin’ out the sand where the snakes all go If you see my eyes red, better pray, better fold I’m the monster of SunCoast (SunCoast) Food stamp dreams turn to bricks, turn gold (gold) Came from the rust and the mildew mold From the back-lot road to the front-row show [Verse 2] Got raindrops leakin’ through the thin roof tin Fan blade wobble when the sweat drip in Old pit barkin’ at the blue Dodge tint Every time they ride slow, hand on the grip Fumes from the plant got the whole block coughin’ Still hit the yard late, wide awake, plottin’ Rap on a cracked iPhone in the closet Blanket on the wall, can’t hide where I’m from Tires on the gravel, that’s my doorbell Every ops car got its own lil smell Hear it, I peek through a towel in the shell Either it’s a play or a trip to a cell But the play hit hard, then the plays got big Now they chant my name where the stage lights hit Still see the swamp when I close my lids Still hear the frogs when the crowd go sick (yeah, yeah) [Chorus] I’m the monster of SunCoast Trailer hood legend when the moon get low Crawlin’ out the sand where the snakes all go If you see my eyes red, better pray, better fold I’m the monster of SunCoast (SunCoast) Food stamp dreams turn to bricks, turn gold (turn gold) Came from the rust and the mildew mold From the back-lot road to the front-row show [Bridge] From the tarp on the roof to the stars in the sky From the duct-taped floor to the jet on the fly Every late-night siren, every hot shell fly Put the fear in my blood, now I fear no life (nah) [Chorus] I’m the monster of SunCoast Trailer hood legend when the moon get low Crawlin’ out the sand where the snakes all go If you see my eyes red, better pray, better fold I’m the monster of SunCoast (SunCoast) Food stamp dreams turn to bricks, turn gold Came from the rust and the mildew mold From the back-lot road to the front-row show (yeah)
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