Young Roddy - Sun Don't Shine lyrics

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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**ing this game by my lonely self Got a bullet with a n***a name on it [Verse 1] I was born and raised where the sun don't shine Where the n***a slaying cane in the heat one time And I seen this sh** like too many time For them gold digging b**hes tryna stop my shine I got shot at twice and my lungs collapsed I done already used two lifelines I got a down a** b**h and I love that b**h 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***as lying I was bumping my music all the time I said they b**hing at me told me turn it down But if a hit that p**y 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 damn 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**ing this game by my lonely self Got a bullet with a n***a 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***a 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** I done did wrong I never seen a man cry ‘till I seen a man die Hold your head my n***a 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** 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** 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***as telling that's gangsta On that road to that money boy I promise n***a I won't change up Live everyday like the weekends It's just me and her freak friends That n***a blocking but I ain't tripping Cause where I'm from we call that defences Kenner city to the world over n***a don't jump on that deep end Bad b**hes wanna f** the kid Couple n***as 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** with them phony, n***a you was never my homie Real n***as 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***a like me These b**hes only see dollar signs so it's hard for me to meet wifey I just dick em down and send em up the hall by ma home boy and my whitey While I write (Good sense good sense)

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