Maine 4 life by The Corp

Chorus

Maine wind in my face, lobster trap in my hand

Dirty money in my pocket, I'm the king of this land

Rolling with the goons, at the docks after dark

We grind on these streets, leave a stain like a mark

Post-Chorus

Fuck yeah, fuck you, we run this coast

Fuck yeah, fuck you, we run this coast

Verse 2

Pine tree state, but I’m blazing something illegal

Stealing crab cages, my crew full of evil

Sample the sirens, let the night stretch slow

Bitch, I’m eight feet deep where the lobster boats row

Cranberry stains, knife on my side

Martha’s sandy daughters catching rides in my ride

Eat like a savage, spitting chowder at a cop car

Sampled gunshots, I’m a downeast rap star

Pre-Chorus

They want what I got, they can’t reach my zone

Sea salt on my jeans, I’m too far from home

Pile up the loot, crash at the cove

If you ain’t from the coast, you ain’t never gon’ know

Chorus

Maine wind in my face, lobster trap in my hand

Dirty money in my pocket, I'm the king of this land

Rolling with the goons, at the docks after dark

We grind on these streets, leave a stain like a mark

Post-Chorus

Fuck yeah, fuck you, we run this coast

Fuck yeah, fuck you, we run this coast

Verse 3

Skiff full of Henny, I’m cold like the tide

Stealing from Mass plates, dump the bodies inside

That rocky coastline, got blood in the cracks

Clam shell knuckles turn your gold chain black

Sampled seagulls screamin’ over sirens in town

Couple O’s in the trunk, always roll with that sound

Gas station chicken, blue crab for dessert

Your crew’s looking nervous, get smoked like some herb

Outro

Cops cruise by, but they know how it goes

From Kittery up, it’s just gangsters and flows

Middle finger high on the Bath iron bridge

Lobster rolls stuffed, we still live on the edge