| Sunshine |
| Let me take one more hit |
| So I can keep moving on with |
| The job I can’t quit |
| It’s about me writing down |
| All the things in my head |
| And if it is not for me |
| It is for my mom I pretend |
| Scratch how did you did |
| In my trust I commit |
| We hold it down on mafia shit |
| Now we got mafia rich |
| The blessings keep fall down on me ways as the rain where I live |
| Dark minds &dark clouds mood change quicker than |
| I guess that’s why they call it trap |
| To a point where u can’t go back |
| Respect ain’t 'bout the chain hang down my neck |
| Though I think some motherfuckers really raised like that |
| Yea I really think these bitches wanna praise like that man |
| It’s all good |
| It’s all bad |
| We stay mad |
| On a hunt for some shit |
| We never can catch |
| For real |
| Blessed days keep up impact |
| Dark place |
| Where the sweetes lamb need to go bad |
| Put in a highlight (highlight) |
| Devil’s behavior lurks in the dark night |
| I’m praying to God to make it up for me (for me) |
| I pray to make it up for me (for me) |
| Cuz all the sins weigh on me heartwise (heartwise) |
| Pushing the gas push through the twilight (twilight) |
| I’m praying to God to make it up for me (for me) |
| I pray to make it up for me (for me, for me) |
| Will I make my way? |
| Can I do escape? |
| We trust in God’s sake |
| So he forgive our fails |
| &we go up |
| Hold away the hate |
| And do make me great |
| Lemme clear this haunted place |
| To deserve the holy gates |
| Make my goods weigh more |
| Dark shapes |
| Follow my way |
| They got me trip |
| Tryna push me too aim |
| Oh no |
| Yeah I know they be all around |
| They are up in town |
| Smell your wounds |
| Tryna hold it down |
| God will hold me down |