Medslaus - Sumday lyrics
[Medslaus - Sumday lyrics]
Uhh trippin' but I can’t write shit
Hate it when it get like this split my wig
Plottin', tryna get it
Actin' like I don’t know that
They give mics cheddar
Actin' like Imma blow but it feel like never
We'll live life better bread in abundance
Hungry, I was some
That's 99 plus one (99 plus one)
It's a hundred thousand ways to get a mil
Hope that one of them is sayin' how you feel
It's real niggas that steal
And pay they bills
How you feel, I was lookin'
Like you either in them
Books or ducking bookings
Like you either gonna take or get it took-en
Shit, I learned from mistakes
I made in Brooklyn
You let your brother tell me
Why you wanna jux him
Pressure on me like the sun rays
But I don’t feel too bad some days
We is sayin’, maybe one day
Lil' nigga gotta get it more than one way
Pressure on me like the sun rays
But I don’t feel too bad some days
You ran for the streets you killing it kid
You got custodies
You can't keep your hands out the street
Mom want you outta here you got
Gold on your neck and lies on your teeth
Get mad money, I see poorboy
Mad money, sad money
Things been looking kinda blue these days
I once knew two boys
Both of them get to the bread
Both of them wasn't using they head
Both of them dead
Poorboy get into the money
He said you get into the money
And not know what you
Be getting yourself into and I
And I hate to be the bearer of bad news
But uh poorboy
Don't nobody care about Benji when
His best friend’s black
That's why he blue, ain't it?
That's why he blue, ain't it?
That's why he blue, ain't it?
That's why he blue, ain't it?
Them two boys was just like you
All they ever wanted was change for a hundred
Change for a hundred!
And word on the street is you killing it, kid
Hate it when it get like this split my wig
Plottin', tryna get it
Actin' like I don’t know that
They give mics cheddar
Actin' like Imma blow but it feel like never
We'll live life better bread in abundance
Hungry, I was some
That's 99 plus one (99 plus one)
It's a hundred thousand ways to get a mil
Hope that one of them is sayin' how you feel
It's real niggas that steal
And pay they bills
How you feel, I was lookin'
Like you either in them
Books or ducking bookings
Like you either gonna take or get it took-en
Shit, I learned from mistakes
I made in Brooklyn
You let your brother tell me
Why you wanna jux him
Pressure on me like the sun rays
But I don’t feel too bad some days
We is sayin’, maybe one day
Lil' nigga gotta get it more than one way
Pressure on me like the sun rays
But I don’t feel too bad some days
You ran for the streets you killing it kid
You got custodies
You can't keep your hands out the street
Mom want you outta here you got
Gold on your neck and lies on your teeth
Get mad money, I see poorboy
Mad money, sad money
Things been looking kinda blue these days
I once knew two boys
Both of them get to the bread
Both of them wasn't using they head
Both of them dead
Poorboy get into the money
He said you get into the money
And not know what you
Be getting yourself into and I
And I hate to be the bearer of bad news
But uh poorboy
Don't nobody care about Benji when
His best friend’s black
That's why he blue, ain't it?
That's why he blue, ain't it?
That's why he blue, ain't it?
That's why he blue, ain't it?
Them two boys was just like you
All they ever wanted was change for a hundred
Change for a hundred!
And word on the street is you killing it, kid