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young roddy - sun don't shine lyrics

[intro]
good sense
good sense

ma stomach growling i’m hungry
do you hear my pain i’m hungry
i’m k!lling this game by my lonely self
got a bullet with a n-gga name on it

[verse 1]
i was born and raised where the sun don’t shine
where the n-gga slaying cane in the heat one time
and i seen this sh-t like too many time
for them gold digging b-tches tryna stop my shine
i got shot at twice and my lungs collapsed
i done already used two lifelines
i got a down -ss b-tch and i love that b-tch
she was with me when i wasn’t in my right mind
when i tour the world i tell her keep it tight
don’t believe the hype these rap n-ggas lying
i was bumping my music all the time
i said they b-tching at me told me turn it down
but if a hit that p-ssy then i own it
i was sixteen sipping on coronas
but all i got is my pen my pad my girl my world and cojones
he look out for me like i look out for him
you d-mn right i’ll die for the homies
i had a long night on a all night flight rather cold
can i hit it in the morning

[verse 2]
ma stomach growling i’m hungry
do you hear my pain i’m hungry
i’m k!lling this game by my lonely self
got a bullet with a n-gga name on it
but ain’t no traffic in your own lane
ma girl hate it when she hear my phone ring
but if she know like i know
every time the paper call i gotta go, i’m gone
ma mama couldn’t sleep when a n-gga wasn’t home
it’s all good love now your little boy grown
i was riding on a bus now i’m riding on chrome
my brother got life i just hope he come home
i’m just tryna get ma money right
ever thought the sh-t i done did wrong
i never seen a man cry ‘till i seen a man die
hold your head my n-gga hope you stay strong
lord knows i need patience i burn the track i cremate it
from a small hood with these big dreams
and i bet i do this sh-t major

[verse 3]
i was born and raised where the sun don’t shine
where you ball or rap or put your life on the line
f-ck falling off i’m tryna ball man
if we get it poppin that’s ball game
ride solo cause y’all all lame plus n-ggas telling that’s gangsta
on that road to that money boy
i promise n-gga i won’t change up
live everyday like the weekends
it’s just me and her freak friends
that n-gga blocking but i ain’t tripping
cause where i’m from we call that defences
kenner city to the world over
n-gga don’t jump on that deep end
bad b-tches wanna f-ck the kid
couple n-ggas wanna be him
my stomach growling i’m hungry
you can hear my pain i’m hungry
i still do dirty by ma lonely
try me i got a bullet with your name on it (bah)
i never f-ck with them phony, n-gga you was never my homie
real n-ggas do real things and you would never clone me
respect me ima die behind it so try me is unlikely
i pray my son have real friends and ma daughter meet a n-gga like me
these b-tches only see dollar signs so it’s hard for me to meet wifey
i just d-ck em down and send em up the hall by ma home boy and my whitey

while i write
(good sense good sense)

- young roddy lyrics

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