Sunshine
One time for your mind, make the sun shine
Every line, after line, give me one rhyme
Make a living off of rappin', man, that nigga lyin'
I be all up in Manhattan, know what I'm buying
Hoping I can teach my son a real thing or two
Cause I done came up from the ghetto, but I made it through
Smoking backwoods when we on the west coast
Writing postcards in my songs, hope it get you through
Man, you'll never understand what'll do to you
Man, you'll never understand what they put you through
I done grew into a man
I can tutor you
From the things I done learned in the jungle
Rumble, young man, rumble
I'm rich now, nigga, fuck, being humble
Real life, use to sell it by the bundle
You know I ran out, but we never took a stumble
Nigga, got racks on racks, no lie
Heard he got two million, times five
Nigga put a rack on me, I got nine
Better tell that nigga stop wasting your time
All up in the club and you waiting in line
Move around this bitch like I'm really top five
Buy a broke rap nigga chain online
Sell your soul just to shine
Smoking on a pound, gotta hit a beach
Smoking on the sheets, tryna keep the peace
Cause niggas hate on me when I'm home in DC
Can't stand that a nigga figured out how to eat
And I leave it for my son if I have to go to sleep
Man, my little nigga gotta eat, he learned how to talk
And he needs some fresh sneakers when he walk
Used to have to do my homework in the dark
But I worked hard from the motherfuckin' start
Now we looking like stars on the boulevard
Stuffing weed in the 'gar and we pray to God
Cause we used to rob when a nigga living hard
Now I got the bars, so I guess I got a job
Wondering if I'm wrong, if I made it this far
And you was praying on my downfall all along
Used to be my dog, used to have to hit the bong
Nigga, got racks on racks, no lie
Heard he got two million, times five
Nigga put a rack on me, I got nine
Better tell that nigga stop wasting your time
All up in the club and you waiting in line
Move around this bitch like I'm really top five
Buy a broke rap nigga chain online
Sell your soul just to shine
Nigga, got racks on racks, no lie
Heard he got two million, times five
Nigga put a rack on me, I got nine
Better tell that nigga stop wasting your time
All up in the club and you waiting in line
Move around this bitch like I'm really top five
Buy a broke rap nigga chain online
Sell your soul just to shine
Every line, after line, give me one rhyme
Make a living off of rappin', man, that nigga lyin'
I be all up in Manhattan, know what I'm buying
Hoping I can teach my son a real thing or two
Cause I done came up from the ghetto, but I made it through
Smoking backwoods when we on the west coast
Writing postcards in my songs, hope it get you through
Man, you'll never understand what'll do to you
Man, you'll never understand what they put you through
I done grew into a man
I can tutor you
From the things I done learned in the jungle
Rumble, young man, rumble
I'm rich now, nigga, fuck, being humble
Real life, use to sell it by the bundle
You know I ran out, but we never took a stumble
Nigga, got racks on racks, no lie
Heard he got two million, times five
Nigga put a rack on me, I got nine
Better tell that nigga stop wasting your time
All up in the club and you waiting in line
Move around this bitch like I'm really top five
Buy a broke rap nigga chain online
Sell your soul just to shine
Smoking on a pound, gotta hit a beach
Smoking on the sheets, tryna keep the peace
Cause niggas hate on me when I'm home in DC
Can't stand that a nigga figured out how to eat
And I leave it for my son if I have to go to sleep
Man, my little nigga gotta eat, he learned how to talk
And he needs some fresh sneakers when he walk
Used to have to do my homework in the dark
But I worked hard from the motherfuckin' start
Now we looking like stars on the boulevard
Stuffing weed in the 'gar and we pray to God
Cause we used to rob when a nigga living hard
Now I got the bars, so I guess I got a job
Wondering if I'm wrong, if I made it this far
And you was praying on my downfall all along
Used to be my dog, used to have to hit the bong
Nigga, got racks on racks, no lie
Heard he got two million, times five
Nigga put a rack on me, I got nine
Better tell that nigga stop wasting your time
All up in the club and you waiting in line
Move around this bitch like I'm really top five
Buy a broke rap nigga chain online
Sell your soul just to shine
Nigga, got racks on racks, no lie
Heard he got two million, times five
Nigga put a rack on me, I got nine
Better tell that nigga stop wasting your time
All up in the club and you waiting in line
Move around this bitch like I'm really top five
Buy a broke rap nigga chain online
Sell your soul just to shine
Credits
Writer(s): David Todd Johnson Ii
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