SUNDAY (feat. BIG MAJOR, PZ & SGauge)
Hate it or love it, leave it or take it
You gotta think now, cuz I'm runnin' outta patience
I been smokin' on these opps like a god damn Jamaican
Kush by the pound, so you know I'm steady blazin'
Why the fuck you hatin'? This the truth that I been sayin'
Smile on my face, and I ain't even playin'
Been so high, it's like blunt after blunt
Could look me in my eyes, see if I give a fuck
Cuz the world show no love, I been stuck up in my mind
Workin' 25-8, bags under my eyes
And you sayin' that you love me, but I know it's all lies
Handful of Xans and it got me feelin' high
R.I.P. my people, lookin' down from the sky
Nah, I ain't gon' lie, it's been hard not to cry
I been thinkin' to myself, why the fuck you had to die
Thinkin' to myself, man, this just can't be right
I been runnin' thru the 4s with my mothafuckin' woes
Always gotta watch my back, that's just how these streets go
If we catch you at the light, best believe that we gon' blow
When we finished wit' yo' ass, then we aimin' at yo' bro
Last person tried the gang, yeah he got crashed out
Fuck I look like, runnin' 'round for this damn clout
Bloods hit that court date; all you did was pout
But we out here gettin' dirty money, go get that Shout
And I told you that I'd do it, so you'd better watch yo' mouth
Before I make a call and have them killers pop out
And they comin' from the South all the way to the West
Give a fuck about yo' vest, cuz we aimin' at yo' neck, bitch
Catch us all ridin' down a one-way
All of my niggas, we wit' the gunplay
Our mommas hope we change, maybe one day
Catch his man lackin' on a Sunday
Maybe one day. Our mommas hope we change, maybe one day
All of my niggas, they wit' the gunplay
Catch a man-down on a Sunday
In God's hands, I'm the man and gotta stick to the plan
Toast a nigga why you think I got this drum in my hand
It's a murder scene, everywhere that you go in this land
Can't take it back from all the thoughts that a young nigga had
So fuck the past. I remember being down, up on my ass
Had a couple niggas hatin', man they said I wouldn't last
To tell the truth, I really got way too much shit to lose
But the way that I'm livin', it's somethin' that I gotta prove
Spend yo' money on bitches, but you ain't look out for the crew
Ain't no trustin' these niggas if they never looked out for you
Stupid shit y'all been doin', and niggas actin' like a fool
But I'm lovin' this feeling, every time I'm up in the booth
I pulled that bitch out the alley, y'all niggas still didn't have no clue
No surprise in this shit, every time I walk up in the room
But I promise, my nigga Chipz, I did this shit for you
But I promise, my nigga Chipz, I did this shit for you
Catch us all ridin' down a one-way
All of my niggas, we wit' the gunplay
Our mommas hope we change, maybe one day
Catch his man lackin' on a Sunday
Maybe one day. Our mommas hope we change, maybe one day
All of my niggas, they wit' the gunplay
Catch a man-down on a Sunday
Catch a man lackin' on a Sunday
Maybe one day, our mommas hope we change, maybe one day
They wit' the gunplay
Catch a man-down on a Sunday
On a Sunday
Catch a man-down on Sunday
Catch a man-down on Sunday, maybe one day
Our mommas hope we change, maybe one day
You gotta think now, cuz I'm runnin' outta patience
I been smokin' on these opps like a god damn Jamaican
Kush by the pound, so you know I'm steady blazin'
Why the fuck you hatin'? This the truth that I been sayin'
Smile on my face, and I ain't even playin'
Been so high, it's like blunt after blunt
Could look me in my eyes, see if I give a fuck
Cuz the world show no love, I been stuck up in my mind
Workin' 25-8, bags under my eyes
And you sayin' that you love me, but I know it's all lies
Handful of Xans and it got me feelin' high
R.I.P. my people, lookin' down from the sky
Nah, I ain't gon' lie, it's been hard not to cry
I been thinkin' to myself, why the fuck you had to die
Thinkin' to myself, man, this just can't be right
I been runnin' thru the 4s with my mothafuckin' woes
Always gotta watch my back, that's just how these streets go
If we catch you at the light, best believe that we gon' blow
When we finished wit' yo' ass, then we aimin' at yo' bro
Last person tried the gang, yeah he got crashed out
Fuck I look like, runnin' 'round for this damn clout
Bloods hit that court date; all you did was pout
But we out here gettin' dirty money, go get that Shout
And I told you that I'd do it, so you'd better watch yo' mouth
Before I make a call and have them killers pop out
And they comin' from the South all the way to the West
Give a fuck about yo' vest, cuz we aimin' at yo' neck, bitch
Catch us all ridin' down a one-way
All of my niggas, we wit' the gunplay
Our mommas hope we change, maybe one day
Catch his man lackin' on a Sunday
Maybe one day. Our mommas hope we change, maybe one day
All of my niggas, they wit' the gunplay
Catch a man-down on a Sunday
In God's hands, I'm the man and gotta stick to the plan
Toast a nigga why you think I got this drum in my hand
It's a murder scene, everywhere that you go in this land
Can't take it back from all the thoughts that a young nigga had
So fuck the past. I remember being down, up on my ass
Had a couple niggas hatin', man they said I wouldn't last
To tell the truth, I really got way too much shit to lose
But the way that I'm livin', it's somethin' that I gotta prove
Spend yo' money on bitches, but you ain't look out for the crew
Ain't no trustin' these niggas if they never looked out for you
Stupid shit y'all been doin', and niggas actin' like a fool
But I'm lovin' this feeling, every time I'm up in the booth
I pulled that bitch out the alley, y'all niggas still didn't have no clue
No surprise in this shit, every time I walk up in the room
But I promise, my nigga Chipz, I did this shit for you
But I promise, my nigga Chipz, I did this shit for you
Catch us all ridin' down a one-way
All of my niggas, we wit' the gunplay
Our mommas hope we change, maybe one day
Catch his man lackin' on a Sunday
Maybe one day. Our mommas hope we change, maybe one day
All of my niggas, they wit' the gunplay
Catch a man-down on a Sunday
Catch a man lackin' on a Sunday
Maybe one day, our mommas hope we change, maybe one day
They wit' the gunplay
Catch a man-down on a Sunday
On a Sunday
Catch a man-down on Sunday
Catch a man-down on Sunday, maybe one day
Our mommas hope we change, maybe one day
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Writer(s): Shawn Aaron
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