Sundays

I Hope I die gonna Sunday Trust in my struggle, I know Confident, humble, I go Demons I know are fiends for the gold. Keep it a row Fear and loathing I've seen. Here to capture my dreams Learned to fight for my team, I still carry something. yea Dancing wit the devil, she gon' feel offended Fuck the feelings, I been out here winnin' I aint stoppin' till I get it. Get it Clip in, air it out until it's empty I'ma have to empty every drum, hit 'em in the equilibrium We aint equal how they feelin huh? There's always gunna be a better one Off white, scribbled down, then I hit the scene Same ole kid, same pair of dirty jeans Pockets sky blue, got the stripes across the cream Roll that bitch up, hit a rail, and pop some beans Oh, big homie gon' tell me, It's them Teslas Always keep the gas, but no fuel injections I aint talkin' cars if you aint know it, keep guessin Move without a sound, no posin', no flexin Always keep a swisher rolled, Diamond wit the vegetables Known to be a healthy kid, but still keep the siggy close Thats burnin' holes through the lungs Given' up my soul? I aint ever been the one Holdin' on to a dream, I don't sleep, I don't eat I aint ever letting' go and I aint scared of the heat Walkin' through the valley, I stay light on my feet Made it through the trap, just a put it on my teeth Plantin' seeds, I got millions to grow Southside knew demons fiend for the gold Ice won't save you from a clip to the dome So I'm sleeping' wit that AR till the day that I'm gone. Alright Big bro told me, For every high there's a low Southside Nue