Intro – slow, cinematic tone] From the coasts to the seas, we patrol with flame, Smoke thick in the sky, every hit insane. From a blunt to a boarding, we don’t play games, Coast Guard soldiers — high seas, high strains. ⸻ [Hook – slow, chant-like] Light it up, feel the tide, let the kush roll thick, White Widow in the wind while the clock goes tick. Guardians posted, we don’t ever fold, Strapped with the leaf and the steel we hold. Light it up, watch the smoke set sail, OG Kush clouds in a Nor’easter gale. On the deck with the pack and the chopper grip, We Coast Guard kings on this ocean trip. ⸻ [Verse 1 – Fast, double-time flow] Blowin’ on Gelato as the sirens scream, AK in the locker, scope locked on the beam. Sour Diesel fuel got me stuck in a trance, But I’m still on the deck with a 12-gauge stance. Skywalker OG when the cutters collide, Enemies approach but they cannot hide. Trainwreck hits harder than a .50 cal spray, We intercept boats, make the cartel pay. Northern Lights flash when the flashbang pops, While we pack Bubba Kush on the mission nonstop. Jet Fuel OG got me high as a hawk, While we load the torpedo and patrol the dock. ⸻ [Verse 2 – Mid-tempo, heavy war tone] Girl Scout Cookies in a bowl on the bridge, While we scan radar blips from a distant ridge. GDP haze when the hull starts to shake, And the Coast Guard boards like a tidal quake. AK-47 strain rollin’ thick in the breeze, Choppers on deck, cannons aimed with ease. Blue Dream visions while the spotlight gleams, We shut down dope ops and we burn their schemes. Banana Kush twist in a titanium shell, We defend every line like a gate to hell. Death Star resin when the smoke turns red, And the last cartel runner ends up dead. ⸻ [Hook – Extended] Light it up, feel the tide, let the kush roll thick, White Widow in the wind while the clock goes tick. Guardians posted, we don’t ever fold, Strapped with the leaf and the steel we hold. Light it up, watch the smoke set sail, OG Kush clouds in a Nor’easter gale. On the deck with the pack and the chopper grip, We Coast Guard kings on this ocean trip. ⸻ [Verse 3 – Fast lyrical escalation] Pineapple Express in a waterproof sack, While I cock back the M4 ready to attack. Critical Mass hits heavy like a depth charge blast, We surround every threat, make the moment their last. White Rhino stomp with a camo vest, And I’m baked off Sherbet while I aim at the chest. Chernobyl strain twisted in a Cuban wrap, While the cutter goes stealth through a midnight trap. AK rounds echo like a thunderous storm, But I’m puffin’ on Chemdawg to keep me warm. Weed leaf patches on a bulletproof vest, And the Coast Guard creed carved into my chest. ⸻ [Verse 4 – Cinematic storytelling style] They run with bricks — we run with smoke, Cartels crumble when the .45 spoke. Cookies and Cream lit, I’m a beast on the sea, And the kush in my lungs keeps the demons free. Platinum OG haze when we storm their deck, Grenades in the stash, ARs on my neck. Master Kush mixin’ with a high-caliber drum, This is Coast Guard life — we don’t bow, we don’t run. Grape Ape flame as the chopper blades spin, Every raid that we make is a guaranteed win. Do-Si-Dos lit while the hull’s on fire, And the smoke in my soul only builds me higher. ⸻ [Hook – Final, slowed & echoed] Light it up, feel the tide, let the kush roll thick, White Widow in the wind while the clock goes tick. Guardians posted, we don’t ever fold, Strapped with the leaf and the steel we hold. Light it up, watch the smoke set sail, OG Kush clouds in a Nor’easter gale. On the deck with the pack and the chopper grip, We Coast Guard kings on this ocean trip. ⸻ [Outro – poetic cinematic fade] From the shores to the seas, we ride with might, Weed smoke heavy, disappearing in night. Guardians of green, defenders of waves, From the grow to the gunfire — this is how we’re made.
