King of the Dock by 207 Shadow

Intro

Yo, it’s cold out here, ain’t nobody hand me nothin’

Self made, self paid, you dig?

Verse 1

I grew up where the sea wind’ll slap you with ice

No trust, no luck, livin’ rugged my vice

Maine winters, no heat, growin’ colder than price

I learned hustle from the muscle, never roll with the mice

Fuck a handout, I was grindin’ while they sleep in their cars

Turn lobster traps to cash, man I’m reachin’ for stars

Put the city on my back while I’m raisin’ these bars

Underground with the thunder, never fakin’ I’m hard

Chorus

Self taught, rough cut, never listen, never stop

Freight train comin’ bitch, king of the dock

Self taught, rough cut, made my throne from the rock

Maine hard, fuck y’all, risin’ up to the top

Verse 2

Never been soft, punch lines full of grit

Shellfish in my veins and my language legit

I cuss like a sailor, got scars on my lip

Blow smoke to the coast, cold nights I commit

Family got nothin’, so I made my own cash

Never needed y’all approval, just the sound of that splash

Rappers fake it for the Gram while I’m countin’ my stash

I was born underground, you can’t teach me that class

Chorus

Self taught, rough cut, never listen, never stop

Freight train comin’ bitch, king of the dock

Self taught, rough cut, made my throne from the rock

Maine hard, fuck y’all, risin’ up to the top

Verse 3: Big Husk

Yo, I’m Big Husk, pulled up from the south end dirt

Catch me raw like a trawl, all my lines hit first

Kick cans through the docks, spray the block with my verse

Crustacean on the plate, but a beast with a thirst

Can’t survive in this climate with your soft-ass ways

We grind through the fog, stack our chips every day

Clam boots muddy, got respect from the Bay

Maine bred, underground, we don’t care what you say

Verse 4: Pine Street Jules

Name’s Jules, I stomp through the salt caked streets

Blow a cloud from my chest till my enemies retreat

From Portland to Bangor, we don’t fuck with defeat

I’m the burner in the pocket if you really want heat

Crew solid, no weak links, running these roads

Got a quarter in my sock and a clip in my coat

Self taught don’t mean solo, bringin’ legends I know

So step up or step off, that’s the code we wrote

Verse 5: Knox Harbor Nino

Knox Harbor Nino, bring the frost in my spit

Fishermen’s blood, I got salt in the grit

Lobster shells crack while your whole style split

Stomp boots on your dreams, let the tough guys quit

From winter’s dead hush to the sunrise haul

Black ice on the money, no room for y’all

If you talkin' that slick, better check that drawl

We’re the sharks out the cold, you can’t swim with us all

Chorus

Self taught, rough cut, never listen, never stop

Freight train comin’ bitch, king of the dock

Self taught, rough cut, made my throne from the rock

Maine hard, fuck y’all, risin’ up to the top