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Sun Up To Sun Down

 

Sun Up To Sun Down


(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Yeah

Push the Ferrari with the Cuban links
I'm not afraid to tell you that this new to me
Someone died up on that block, well, that's usual
Tried to give you all my love and you used it up

Sun up to sun down, we trapping just like last time
Niggas used to laugh at me, they wanna be us now
Wall full of paper, homie, go check out my background
I ain't lying, my nigga, I'ma be honest
I ain't lying, my nigga, I'ma be honest

Won't say I shot you in your back, nigga, I just give your ho them
Got niggas from the west side, they change, poor Kim
Nine times out of ten, she gave me brain if she from Mobile
Still tryna give Sosa all the game, I barely know him
Half a mill' up in jewelry, no exaggeration
Half a mill' up in jewelry, no exaggeration
So many nights I fought with demons, you can ask the reaper
Neighborhood Hero, but when it's time, who gon' save the Eagle?
If she put money in my safe, the only way I keep her
Tell the opps to cop out now before this shit deeper
A nigga rock so much of Christian, had to talk with Jesus
It always seem that I be right even when I do assume
I let that Tesla drive itself and that bitch took me to the moon
She ain't got no feelings, she gon' run right through the crew
Nigga, touch my chain, then I'm right back on the news
Moving like a king but don't scream if they body me
Rappers always steal my flow and don't even acknowledge me
From the streets, I switch the beats, outfit cost at least a key
From the streets, I switch the beats, outfits cost Alicia Keys

Sun up to sun down, we trapping just like last time
Niggas used to laugh at me, they wanna be us now
Wall full of paper, homie, go check out my background
I ain't lying, my nigga, I'ma be honest
I ain't lying, my nigga, I'ma be honest

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