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pro dillinger & machacha - sunrays lyrics

[intro]
you take a seed and throw it on the concrete, don’t put no dirt on it and watch what happens
see, you get tripped out, ’cause you got dirt on you
but you need dirt on you to develop, because dirt ain’t just dirt
dirt is fertilizer
dirt is nutrients
dirt gives you the strength for your seed to push through
see, you got to have dirt on you to push through somethin’
everything you see that’s beautiful, starts out as a seed
but that seed got to get dirt on it

[interlude]
uh
f+ck is you stupid n+ggas is talkin’ about man
shut the f+ck up, n+gga
i’m really around here movin’ around bro
yeah
y’all n+ggas think my t+shirts is too little but i’m stocky (ah) forreal
i’ll punch you out, n+gga
big 1 9 sh+t, n+gga
(keep pressin’ on)

[verse 1]
with every breath that i take, i give praise, thank god for the sunrays (rays)
eat dinner with my squad on a sunday (uh)
god in him, protectin’ like my son name (yeah)
hammerbangin’ put you in the sky with a sun plate (plate)
n+ggas think it’s all good, i’m thinkin’ gunplay (play)
we gon’ all see the promised land one day (day)
life gettin’ sweeter, gettin’ dumb cake
no hatin’, doin’ solid business standing up straight
(keep pressin’ on) (yeah)
do dirt again, dirt is how the world turn (turn)
put a bullet in your head and let the curls burn (burn)
madman, i wanna see the world burn (burn)
play pippin, f+ckin’ on your b+tch but it’s my girl turn (yeah)
yeah, livin’ cool, but money make it better (better)
i ain’t workin’ 9 to 5, that money take forever (uh)
cold enough outside, n+ggas take your sweater (uh)
this real beef, we ain’t fakin’ leather
(keep pressin’ on) (wrong)
[chorus]
n+ggas want an issue, ain’t no problem, boy, it’s nothin’
you don’t even really want a problem, boy, you frontin’
n+gga tried to play me but i shot him in the stomach
caught the n+gga slippin’, i’m a hundred miles a+runnin’
n+gga want an issue? ain’t a problem, boy, it’s nothin’
you don’t even really want a problem, boy, you frontin’ (yeah)
n+gga tried to play me but i shot him in the stomach (yo)
caught the n+gga slippin’, i’m a hundred miles a+runnin’
(keep pressin’ on)

[verse 2]
a dollar in my pocket i’ma turn it to a hundred
i bought a couple yams, i’m ’bout to turn into an onion
livin’ off of principles, but n+ggas say i’m buggin’
a n+gga hurt my body, i ain’t tellin’ bro, we thuggin’ (uh)
your tale make legends or it turn you to a nothin’ (yeah)
smokers by the store, drinkin’ beer and eatin’ m+ffins (drunk)
they tryna slow me down but a n+gga keep it truckin’
i see these n+ggas watchin’, pretty sure that they don’t want it (nah)
read between the lines, like i’m writin’ in a stencil
f+ck a game plan, we gon’ ride if it’s an issue (yeah)
michael myers vibes, i’ma try to come and get you (yeah)
my n+gga scr+ped the number on the side from off the pistol (bow)
n+ggas been hatin’, they would love to see me caught up (bow)
but i been busy gettin’ money, drinkin’ water (uh)
see they face change every time my name is brought up (uh)
big umbrella sh+t, you got a bag, then you can call us
(keep pressin’ on)
[chorus]
n+ggas want an issue, ain’t no problem, boy, it’s nothin’
you don’t even really want a problem, boy, you frontin’
n+gga tried to play me but i shot him in the stomach
caught the n+gga slippin’, i’m a hundred miles a+runnin’
n+gga want an issue? ain’t a problem, boy, it’s nothin’
you don’t even really want a problem, boy, you frontin’
n+gga tried to play me but i shot him in the stomach
caught the n+gga slippin’, i’m a hundred miles a+runnin’
(keep pressin’ on)

[outro]
(keep pressin’ on)

- pro dillinger machacha lyrics

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