Lyrics:
the sun in the morning,
Unless it’s cloudy, I’ma shine.
And when I rise, I’ma shine,
When I rise, I’ma shine.
I’m gonna rise.
Let’s get the business
friends, still be together in the end
When our bodies laying dormant, food for worms and thought before us
As together we stay haunted by the things that
front
Run you out the game without giving a fuck
Brown is my skin like I'm out in the sun
Blood of an aztec what runs through my blood
And pussy ass
gettin' lifted
Grab a leaf, got three Js in it
Dark shades, tinted, Quavo feelin' splendid
When they say I'm 420, they meant it
I think I set the record in
thought I was good in the media
You think I'm too hood in my video?
But really, no clue, you idiot
I just can't help myself
Even when that record spin
Every
But you can do the job when you're in town
Later on, we'll conspire as we dream by the fire
To face unafraid the plans that we've made
Walking in
There's nothing new under the sun
Nothing new under the sun
Grew up, just like most of his peers
Pops six feet deep, or in a cage doing years
Either way he
it
He going home and then he rap about it
Now they gone bump it all up in the party
I got my boys, I'm not sippin' Bacardi
I'm in a Limo rolled up by
The evening sun shines on the sea
Forgotten dreams come back to me
A river run dry returns in flood
Running through my veins
Running through my
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on, eighteen-wheeler, roll on (roll on)
Well, it's Wednesday evening, momma's waitin' by the phone
It
When I wake up in the morning
I see nothing
For miles and miles and miles
When I sleep in the evening, oh lord
There she goes, only in dreams
only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way that I speak, Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two
I can't give you more than what I've got
I can't expect to give what I have not
I-I-I can only give ya lovin' 'till the sun goes down
And, until
Guess that's the way it goes
When you try to do your own thing
I guess that's the way it goes
Can I live, can I live
Can I live without judgment
This life
a shooter (yeah yeah sure)
Calling all y'all out with prop money (you know what you did) in your videos
When you get robbed in my hood you gonna look like
with me baby and be my number one
I can't control the way I feel when you walk in the room
Your hair flows you're graceful tell me what to do
To show you
think deeper than I ever have before
Oh, oh if you didn't do coke I could listen a lot more
I hope the sun melts the snow
I hope you find warmth in
Neva stress puffin trees
Barbecuing by the beach
Got Views of the sea
Rollin on sunset the sun just set
Got the finest bitches wit the blunts on deck
when the love Goes missing so listen to Tha Rules
And lemme tell you how I do girl
If issa problem than I just get a new girl
Imma pimp I keep a few
at the blood in my piss
Cold as my heart
Tend to get better with this
By the time when I wasn't
Just cold from the start
Grabbin' the K with intentions
You bust
to the clouds)
For nothing else remains
Drifting in a daze when evening will be done
Try looking through a haze
At an empty house in the cold, cold sun
I
situations going down
I'm a poster child for that déjà vu
Never learned from them things I do
Playing it off when I'm out in them streets
I'm just trying
to feed the babies, got to know why they're not
I need to know where the food goes when it rots
I was excited for a world to see
You took your life at 17
In
my bill fold
I like my brew real cold, it's the Ro-gram you with me
Swift won't you hit me, one time, fo the troubles in these rhymes
Niggas do
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