Pull the Sun

My cup runneth over, boy (Yeah) (June Soul) Liable to kill 'em all without a gun No lies, just light, love, never fade for anyone Look Show me the ropes, I'll shoot a lasso in the sky high You'll pull the moon, I'll pull the mothafuckin' sun Pull the sun (Sun) Pull the sun (Sun) (Yeah) Pull the sun (Sun) Pull the sun (Sun) (Yeah) Pull the sun (Sun) Pull the sun (Sun) (Yeah) Pull the sun (Sun) Pull the sun (Sun) (Look) What time does the show stop I'm on my way there, there ain't no stop If I keep on gettin' higher, then they won't top I can't slip, we build the kids up to know stuff We had Icy Tower, they got road blocks (Roblox) I been dreamin' big since Dr. Seuss and Goldilocks And the porridge (Pour-age) of my heart unlock the golden locks Don't know what to do with all that love, then follow Rosa Cus we inspire- big sister, big bro stuff Could've stayed low as I was beat, instead I rose up Get in my Honda Accord, envision blowin' up Dreamin' gettin' into them cars that bring the doors up We got a lot to say now, cus they ignored us When we was just weird ass teens rockin' the tore chucks Now I'm gorgeous, my work ethic robust Listen, y'all ain't got no drive, y'all need a tow truck Liable to kill 'em all without a gun No lies, just light, love, never fade for anyone Look Show me the ropes, I'll shoot a lasso in the sky high You'll pull the moon, I'll pull the mothafuckin' sun Pull the sun (Sun) Pull the sun (Sun) (Yeah) Pull the sun (Sun) Pull the sun (Sun) (Yeah) Pull the sun (Sun) Pull the sun (Sun) (Yeah) Pull the sun (Sun) Pull the sun (Sun) (Look) At thirteen I started workin' with my moms Palms itchin' in my dreams, wanna bring her to the palms '09 I had a notebook full of all my songs But the fear prolonged and I feel that did me harm Lil' latin immigrant, how the hell I'm gettin' on With a dream to be a rapper, made me feel I'm livin' wrong Playin' Nicki Minaj Sticks In My Bun Realize she's just like me, my day will come Just gotta get on the track, what if I run Run the game, run the show, run the city that I'm from I got a whole lot to prove, what have I done I don't compete but in my heart I'm number one True Life: I'm too nice, I privilege 'em I be tryna hide my feelings inside, be soundin' dumb Like, "you ain't gotta take me serious, I'm havin' fun" Naw, bitch you better take me serious over the drum (Yeah) Liable to kill 'em all without a gun No lies, just light, love, never fade for anyone Look Show me the ropes, I'll shoot a lasso in the sky high You'll pull the moon, I'll pull the mothafuckin' sun Pull the sun (Sun) Pull the sun (Sun) Pull the sun (Sun) Pull the sun (Sun) Pull the sun (Sun) Pull the sun (Sun) Pull the sun (Sun)