Son of the Sun

Rising Sun Rising Sun
Rising Sun Rising Sun
Rising Sun Rising Sun
Rising Sun Rising Sun

I just might hop in the back of that bitch and just swerve off
Word what it is is you hung me a curve in the back yard
Yeah I'm that deity
She begging and pleading
Her face my graffiti
She sayin she needing
A lil more reason, she shooting up air balls

Bitch I be the kid with drum kit
Born off the porch, no remorse for subject
Stab in me in the back, Mike Myers in the ruckus
Born in the rising sun
Blow all my funds
Play with guns more than pyscho, go low I go high road
Right hand on the Bible, this highway is flawed
5098, LA been raising the bar

Yeah I be the Rising Sun Rising Sun
Yeah I be the Rising Sun Rising Sun
Yeah I be the Rising Sun Rising Sun
Yeah I be the Rising Sun Rising Sun
Yeah I be the Rising Sun Rising Sun
Yeah I be the Rising Sun Rising Sun
Born on the Rising Sun Rising Sun
Rising Sun Rising Sun



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