Well I guess it's me that's up next
Sunrise on my young eyes, and on my heart, I got dumb stress
And in my coat, I got a shotgun, and I'mma pop one and then bite down
Niggas done turned my lights off and that lifestyle...it ain't my style
I'm tryna be out in Moscow, with a bitch top-off, my top down
Lamborghini escape plan when the cops try to get me locked down
But...fuck pigs and that bacon, I wonder why Satan all on my mind
I just wanna see another Sunrise
Raising my lighter ever higher for the FAM. Is y'all fucking with me?
Niggas ain't even got money for gas
Ha..it's funny. We laugh
In our rag-tag houses, thrift store blouses, no money for cab
So I walk
Right to her crib
We sit and we talk
Develop her brain
Encourage her thoughts
Think out of the box or suffer the costs
And end up in lines that's written in chalk
I say heed to my warning
With this marvelous day that we brought in
The sun is rising so high, but I bet the devil still on it
They say I'm skeptical but I say, what about this death that I'm mourning?
Life is a blessing so why do I think about death every morning?
When homeboy in that Escort, he come by on the block
Bet them sirens gon' start cause I know he hiding a Glock
Stop...my niece and nephew at the window, I'm hiding their eyes
God, I gotta live to see another Sunrise
Raising my lighter ever higher for the FAM. Is y'all fucking with me?
Should I talk to the Mayor?
Fuck it I'm thinking about taking his job
I'm thinking of violence, the cops is thinking about ticketing cars
I'm going to college, but shit I been thinking about whipping it hard
Whipping it hard, with all of the knowledge I know I can figure the difficult odds
How much that gram cost? Niggas get straight to business
Ain't no sorry for your damn loss, direct them to the kitchen
As much as they subtract you think it ever make a difference?
They say that life a bitch, Am I gon' ever stick my dick in?
Oh
Take away your crash test, cause it ain't no dummies here
Nothing but hard work, stinky sweat and bloody tears
So when the money's here, I'mma look up in the sky
Thank God for another day, Get high
And watch another Sunrise
Raising my lighter ever higher for the FAM. Is y'all fucking with me?
Sunrise on my young eyes, and on my heart, I got dumb stress
And in my coat, I got a shotgun, and I'mma pop one and then bite down
Niggas done turned my lights off and that lifestyle...it ain't my style
I'm tryna be out in Moscow, with a bitch top-off, my top down
Lamborghini escape plan when the cops try to get me locked down
But...fuck pigs and that bacon, I wonder why Satan all on my mind
I just wanna see another Sunrise
Raising my lighter ever higher for the FAM. Is y'all fucking with me?
Niggas ain't even got money for gas
Ha..it's funny. We laugh
In our rag-tag houses, thrift store blouses, no money for cab
So I walk
Right to her crib
We sit and we talk
Develop her brain
Encourage her thoughts
Think out of the box or suffer the costs
And end up in lines that's written in chalk
I say heed to my warning
With this marvelous day that we brought in
The sun is rising so high, but I bet the devil still on it
They say I'm skeptical but I say, what about this death that I'm mourning?
Life is a blessing so why do I think about death every morning?
When homeboy in that Escort, he come by on the block
Bet them sirens gon' start cause I know he hiding a Glock
Stop...my niece and nephew at the window, I'm hiding their eyes
God, I gotta live to see another Sunrise
Raising my lighter ever higher for the FAM. Is y'all fucking with me?
Should I talk to the Mayor?
Fuck it I'm thinking about taking his job
I'm thinking of violence, the cops is thinking about ticketing cars
I'm going to college, but shit I been thinking about whipping it hard
Whipping it hard, with all of the knowledge I know I can figure the difficult odds
How much that gram cost? Niggas get straight to business
Ain't no sorry for your damn loss, direct them to the kitchen
As much as they subtract you think it ever make a difference?
They say that life a bitch, Am I gon' ever stick my dick in?
Oh
Take away your crash test, cause it ain't no dummies here
Nothing but hard work, stinky sweat and bloody tears
So when the money's here, I'mma look up in the sky
Thank God for another day, Get high
And watch another Sunrise
Raising my lighter ever higher for the FAM. Is y'all fucking with me?
( Ceej )
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