Sunny Days
SAY Mama I lied dat was my pistol in dat gun charge
Lied to scared you'd think lesser of yo YOUNG boy
Told ya I was done but I'm noid and my head hard
Dey just killed lil Alex he had his kids all in da front yard
Pose to switch it up but I keep posting wit my home boys
Know dat Dey bang blood
And in da streets streets u know it's gun Wars
Watch fo da police and niggas creeping in da Tint cars
Stacking up my gs a 100 mill ah get my dick hard
99 short of that deposit on my bank card
Manifesting shit thru meditation it's da young God
Proper preparation elevation so I can avoid
All da non believers Nd deceivers
Mischievous
One Deyll be needing us
Telling us telling us to reason em
Like we in charge of feeding
I told em dis da season of
Dis young gun pouring red rum on des drums
He sung like sam he told dem feds bout what dey done
(Ya RAT)
I been stressing bout da way we living
I'm manifesting shit & I'm gone get it
Too many homies dead
And locked in prison
Wishing Dey was out here wit Dey children
Wishing I can save em but I'm tripping
Nigga I can barely save a penny
Dis shit so bogus I admit it
Somebody tell me wats da point of living
Dey told me no so I just smoke to cope
Dis life a joke
See baby 4 he just got smoked
We showed dat lil bro da ropes
Dey marked fat T bout 4 months ago
I'm not comfortable
Riding around da town wit out sumn to blow
I don't want to go
Back to des wicked demons plotting scheming where niggas leaning
And I been dreaming bout cutting niggas to tiny pieces
Light my candles and pray to demons
But Mama need me my woman need me
Da odds ain't even I need a reason
To keep on pushing cuz ain't no cushion
When you been shook'en
From 40 bullets Dat hit ya partner yo and left em cooking
Laid on dat pavement & Facebook live
Got people Looking
My nigga gone and ain't shit I can do to
To brang em to me
I been stressing bout da way we living
I'm manifesting shit & I'm gone get it
I been stressing bout da way we living
I'm manifesting shit & I'm gone get it
Too many homies dead
And locked in prison
Wishing Dey was out here wit Dey children
Lied to scared you'd think lesser of yo YOUNG boy
Told ya I was done but I'm noid and my head hard
Dey just killed lil Alex he had his kids all in da front yard
Pose to switch it up but I keep posting wit my home boys
Know dat Dey bang blood
And in da streets streets u know it's gun Wars
Watch fo da police and niggas creeping in da Tint cars
Stacking up my gs a 100 mill ah get my dick hard
99 short of that deposit on my bank card
Manifesting shit thru meditation it's da young God
Proper preparation elevation so I can avoid
All da non believers Nd deceivers
Mischievous
One Deyll be needing us
Telling us telling us to reason em
Like we in charge of feeding
I told em dis da season of
Dis young gun pouring red rum on des drums
He sung like sam he told dem feds bout what dey done
(Ya RAT)
I been stressing bout da way we living
I'm manifesting shit & I'm gone get it
Too many homies dead
And locked in prison
Wishing Dey was out here wit Dey children
Wishing I can save em but I'm tripping
Nigga I can barely save a penny
Dis shit so bogus I admit it
Somebody tell me wats da point of living
Dey told me no so I just smoke to cope
Dis life a joke
See baby 4 he just got smoked
We showed dat lil bro da ropes
Dey marked fat T bout 4 months ago
I'm not comfortable
Riding around da town wit out sumn to blow
I don't want to go
Back to des wicked demons plotting scheming where niggas leaning
And I been dreaming bout cutting niggas to tiny pieces
Light my candles and pray to demons
But Mama need me my woman need me
Da odds ain't even I need a reason
To keep on pushing cuz ain't no cushion
When you been shook'en
From 40 bullets Dat hit ya partner yo and left em cooking
Laid on dat pavement & Facebook live
Got people Looking
My nigga gone and ain't shit I can do to
To brang em to me
I been stressing bout da way we living
I'm manifesting shit & I'm gone get it
I been stressing bout da way we living
I'm manifesting shit & I'm gone get it
Too many homies dead
And locked in prison
Wishing Dey was out here wit Dey children
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Brooks
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