Lyrics:
a sun-shine
was messed up, on Smoke's payroll was one-time
My pager went off, it read one line: "Come get me
from Halsted," I'm thinkin' this is monkey bar
seen little kids in the projects starving
I done seen more hoes messing then Marvin
See in the ghetto the sun it barely shines
But so many niggas in
fronting to you
Gotta give to receive, gotta let go to get,
Got to lose it to gain I ain't slept in a bit, wake up
Sun rises in the Morning
Moon shines
smoked
1 head that's a mugshot don't fuck with the fes anymore
Now that I'm up they ringing my phone(""hello"")
Back up(×4)stand on your own
Bad man
that's M's
Ain't no Phoenix Sun in me
Nah fo real, ain't no Phoenix Sun in me
And you know just when the weather's changin'
Look me in my eye's and tell me
getting chased by the blues
Down for it, you aint down with the crew
Down for it, what they seeing on the news
We aint proud of it, what the hell you gonna
my, weed's the best
But for a scenic sesh
I need the sun
So it better shine
Put your hands up
For the summer
Put your hands up
For me, aye
Put your
go wherever they go, we'll be 'round the world by the end of the month
And it's like Kdot, good kid, track 4
We gon' move everyday through the back
class, open a stolen Accord door and haul ass
Body disposed by Albanian doorman for four grand, aw man
I throw the lamb in the ground and leave it
4 bangers a week
Then go flame on the beat maybe sang on the beat
That's a triple threat ain't it my g
Any competition by my sight I
Drag 'em out
Ha ha
Yeah yeah
Make it butter
I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!
No doubt
Ayo watch yo mouth!
Ayo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze
maybe I don't call cause I don't love you anymore
Maybe we don't click cause you don't trust me anymore, maybe I ain't shit cause I don't fuck you anymore
why wasn't the light on baby girl
Grown men touch her, she 4, livin' in this crazy world
That's gonna affect her way longer than the lightest life
to go, don't you know
Balanced mind to shine in a divine line of light by sight to see we being scouts, in a collective route
So I peer critical, not
Golden Boy
By Corey Jantzen & Jesse Jantzen
“I’ll tell you this: In any fight, it’s the guy who’s willing to die who’s gonna win that inch. And I
beat
I rap on the mic and you'll believe
Nothin' ain't kickin' like the BIG OLD see
It's just one hard rapper spittin' a rap
Not 3 or 4 sucka's
to tell
That no matter how hard you rub
You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you
And it
it's neither here nor there
He can go and stick it where the sun don't shine
She was always gonna be t-town bound
I was at the Chevrolet sweeping
4, 3, 2, 1
[redman] hahh [method] hah
[method] yeah [redman] yeahhh
[ll cool j] make it butter
[redman] I'm gonna bankhead bounce!
[ll cool j] no
Youse a distraction, fuck with my passion
I ain't never gonna get dazzled from attractions anymore
It's never been easy though
I ain't never been
Throwing fours up
Nigga hanging out the sun roof
Let the sun shine on my Gucci crib boo
How many niggas gonna cry for me?
Niggas say they love me
But ain't
a bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m.
And watch me jump in the golden Benz
Top down with the pokey rims
Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm
And by sun down, I'm up out of here
It's still Nasty, raw in the flesh
God's Son, never gone, never left
King, I played every card in the deck
the darkest sky
Planes are flying all around
Dust has covered the atmosphere
Buildings are falling apart
Sun won't shine here anymore
Clouds are gone and sky
.png/220px-LeToya_-_Not_Anymore_(single_cover).png "Not Anymore")
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