Lyrics:
Butterfly searching for a relax
Pulling from the jazz stacks cause it's Sunday
On the air is incense, sounds to the ceiling
Tried to get this
I beg to differ
We pray every night, we pray every night to make it out of these struggles
We pray all the time to make it out of this hell that we
the winter, been letting thoughts scatter
Dark matter got a project on a silver platter
So now we bout to eat, if you looking for defeat
I suggest you dial up
Oooh dj c3nturii you making beats now
You making beats now
Blowing Sunday driver on a Sunday get my mind right
Say you off at 4 what you gonna do
when you didn't know that I exist
I was hoping that one day
Maybe on Sunday
I was hoping you free me
No this ain't easy
I Know down sometime
I know that
that stuck with me
Cus seven years later and I still get anxiety
But back to life in the projects
Never a sleepy Sunday
When them shells hit the ground
The demons' bout to throw down
It's time to take the throne now
If you step into my residency
Then I will show you why no
Other evil's better than me
hate
Cause our bate is that there is no way out
The project’s project
Is to keep us in the project
One way lane redlines detain
Lifeline don’t lie my
though
People they come they go
Saturday through Sunday Monday, Monday through Sunday hoe
They just so inconsistent and you too inconsiderate
Every time
the five-o, screamin, "Freeze, bro, to your knees, no
Talkin, see, this is a national emergency
This is a Sunday, how come you ain't bowin to the Sun, boy?
You
Brit's are only supposed to roast on Sundays
You wanna see society collapse in one day?
You know the sun's not where
We're supposed to be
Summer time
polluted
Project unit nigga, I could smell all the raw sewage
Told myself, "Time to go do this"
Sidelines, can't be switching up like I'm Ray Lewis
For
But when they're gone we are on our own.
No one to remember a time without phones.
Church on Sunday's when we all burnt coal.
Before CCTV and complete
to the beach on a Sunday for cruise
She got on the boat, she light up my kush
She suck up my dick, the style was new
Have been making all my money all means
I
Lord, help me out now
We gotta get together
We gotta organize
No matter the weather
It's a Black Sunday, hey
I used to watch my grandmother
Fuck the SATs, smoking Sunday's best
Find me in the ground, only time I regress
Six feet down, no I'm not there yet
Won't you meet me in the grave? I
Prophecy
Y'all got me on some crazy stuff with this jawn yo
I'm bout to eat this beat
On God
Hey
My guys they on Billy time
You watch how we move
intellect
Good for a million, one dart project
Kid I nurse this rap shit, textbook monitor
Merge just like traffic, dick deserve an encore
One
the vicinity
Man gas vent (Straight)
Crooked game I don't bend
Time tick tock so watch me flex
On God is my iris set
No Chameleon I don't blend
With the fakery
was Wu-Tang, I walked all over Staten Island
I mean I walked the Parkhill Projects to Stapleton to New Brighton
I took the long route to up Targee
about these hoes feelings
Every time you text
You askin' her, she'd ho chillin
To tell the truth
You don't want no dealings
All my niggas do is gang
a million, one dart project
Kid I nurse this rap shit, textbook monitor
Merge just like traffic, dick deserve an encore
One of a kind, Pro-Line hydro head
Dealers get your quick fix ladies spend your WIC checks in the projects they got it "open"
Rolling wheelchair tricks, polo shirts, and Tim kicks
In
Stevie Wonder told me that I was different
I got no time for the people who don’t see me as gifted I mean
My nigga Classic told me this is my year
Year
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