SUNDAY MORNING
Hands up put 'em up let's go
It's Sunay morning, uh
Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Hands up put 'em up let's go
I make hits they already gon' know
I been doing this since I was low
Half these rappers is boring
I ain't the type to ignore 'em
I'm just gon' look to the Lord
I'm in the pew while these rappers still snoring
Sunday morning
Put on a polo
And lace up my jordans
Rockstars boring
I'm try'na be the youngest rapper world touring
Bounce out in the forces
Riding round town bumping Jesus is Lord, yeah
And I keep him important
But he make it easy like Sunday morning
Sunday morning (Woo)
Sunday morning (Yuh yuh)
Sunday morning
Easy like Sunday morning (Yuh yuh)
Sunday morning (Woo)
Sunday morning (Yuh yuh)
Sunday morning
Clique in the cut got 'em praising the Lord, yeah
When I'm running up this check it's the digits
Money getting tall
I ain't counting no midgets (No sir)
Can't flinch can't fidget
Eyes on God gotta stay on the mission
I be right on his back
Blessing on blessings, I'm getting attached
And I'm sending up prayers when I rap
Prayers for abundance for the homies who kept it a stack
Prayers for my enemies hope they don't fall
Prayers for my future I hope that I ball
Prayers for my momma a house with a lake, and a golf course sitting in place of the lawn
Thinking bout trading my sneakers for sandals
Shoutout Lil Sam heating up, but no candle
Me and J.See coming back with a banger
So turn up the volume can't save it for later
Woo!
Sunday morning
Put on a polo
And lace up my jordans
Rockstars boring
I'm try'na be the youngest rapper world touring
Bounce out in the forces
Riding round town bumping Jesus is Lord, yeah
And I keep him important
But he make it easy like Sunday morning
Sunday morning (Woo)
Sunday morning (Yuh yuh)
Sunday morning
Easy like Sunday morning (Yuh yuh)
Sunday morning (Woo)
Sunday morning (Wuh yuh)
Sunday morning
Clique in the cut got 'em praising the Lord, yeah
Sunday my day of rest
I been stressing to much, I been praying less
My momma pray for me, she know how I get
When I'm out on the road and I'm chasing a check
They sayin' money is the root of all evil
The pastor be sayin' "We losing the people"
We made in his image, but we are not equal
'Cause God wouldn't do half the things that we do
I do the sin, can't cast the stone
Pray to who sit on the throne
You know my heart, I'm not bad to the bone
I just hope when it's over he bringing me home
Lord
Eyes closed, head bowed
You know I mean to say it loud
Asking for forgiveness,
I'm trying my best, I'm pushing my limit, like-
It's Sunay morning, uh
Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Hands up put 'em up let's go
I make hits they already gon' know
I been doing this since I was low
Half these rappers is boring
I ain't the type to ignore 'em
I'm just gon' look to the Lord
I'm in the pew while these rappers still snoring
Sunday morning
Put on a polo
And lace up my jordans
Rockstars boring
I'm try'na be the youngest rapper world touring
Bounce out in the forces
Riding round town bumping Jesus is Lord, yeah
And I keep him important
But he make it easy like Sunday morning
Sunday morning (Woo)
Sunday morning (Yuh yuh)
Sunday morning
Easy like Sunday morning (Yuh yuh)
Sunday morning (Woo)
Sunday morning (Yuh yuh)
Sunday morning
Clique in the cut got 'em praising the Lord, yeah
When I'm running up this check it's the digits
Money getting tall
I ain't counting no midgets (No sir)
Can't flinch can't fidget
Eyes on God gotta stay on the mission
I be right on his back
Blessing on blessings, I'm getting attached
And I'm sending up prayers when I rap
Prayers for abundance for the homies who kept it a stack
Prayers for my enemies hope they don't fall
Prayers for my future I hope that I ball
Prayers for my momma a house with a lake, and a golf course sitting in place of the lawn
Thinking bout trading my sneakers for sandals
Shoutout Lil Sam heating up, but no candle
Me and J.See coming back with a banger
So turn up the volume can't save it for later
Woo!
Sunday morning
Put on a polo
And lace up my jordans
Rockstars boring
I'm try'na be the youngest rapper world touring
Bounce out in the forces
Riding round town bumping Jesus is Lord, yeah
And I keep him important
But he make it easy like Sunday morning
Sunday morning (Woo)
Sunday morning (Yuh yuh)
Sunday morning
Easy like Sunday morning (Yuh yuh)
Sunday morning (Woo)
Sunday morning (Wuh yuh)
Sunday morning
Clique in the cut got 'em praising the Lord, yeah
Sunday my day of rest
I been stressing to much, I been praying less
My momma pray for me, she know how I get
When I'm out on the road and I'm chasing a check
They sayin' money is the root of all evil
The pastor be sayin' "We losing the people"
We made in his image, but we are not equal
'Cause God wouldn't do half the things that we do
I do the sin, can't cast the stone
Pray to who sit on the throne
You know my heart, I'm not bad to the bone
I just hope when it's over he bringing me home
Lord
Eyes closed, head bowed
You know I mean to say it loud
Asking for forgiveness,
I'm trying my best, I'm pushing my limit, like-
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Writer(s): Grant Davis
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