my song Paids and black braids what I aims to ease Connection L-7 throwin out the breeze Cool breeze to blow up cause I bust the shit I'm just a sun
When I was a little kid My father told me to see the world for him So I took my things And painted pink sunsets over the vast oceans Send your dad a
to pursue her So when I'm 88, my life is great Yeah, my grandson's like grandad, I want a song So here's a note and a pad, yo kick it pops [CHORUS:
sun twenty-five times And I still find new ways to recognize shine Its like light gets better with age The way a song sounds better on stage And rhyme
, who my friend or foes Watch my friends, and keep my enemies close All around the world, we may go Still remain, to be the same old song You say you
sun comes rolling along A little bit more hustle As I nod to my neighbors They have no idea that they could be in this song Their cool is still the dopest
to not mentioned at all to your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song but I know - the sun
'll re-hydrate, to dilate, the tiny midstate, of the primate, descendant, trend or no trend, independent, defending the remanence of the long, forgotten culture, of art dance & song
're going back in the years Imagine if my whole world flashed before your ears [Verse 1] I've been around the sun 25 times, And I still find new ways
can do what I do, can't have what I have, untouchable don't be mad If naughty girls need love too then I guess I'm bad Flow like Maxi Pad, magic Alad
digs my song Paids and black braids what I aims to ease Connection L-7 throwin out the breeze Cool breeze to blow up cause I bust the shit I'm just a sun
ll be the days when I get old Thanks to all the industry parties, now I got cassingles to dub beats over Overwhelmed at times, couldn't fit these songs
this one is to Jehovah What was born into the world as a Christian, now becomes a soldier I'm pimping a pen from living in sin, so niggaz like my song