Young Roc, Sam Austins - Sunday lyrics
[Young Roc, Sam Austins - Sunday lyrics]
It's this shit is not fair time
I guess I got a kill Niggas in my spare time
Killing every Patrick till a
Nigga doing mayor Time
It's a rare time when no one
Caring it's paradigm I swear ma
Ima make this work out
Breaking every record that these
Hip-hop Niggas doubt
Abusing excuses where the truth end
You can't afford all the lies
That ya tooth give
Ya whole shit at stake nigga you ruth cris
I mean ruthless with ya own life
I'll make you Niggas inactive with a adlib
On the back end who better
At writing there own raps
And composing a whole track
W mixing and mastering
I'm just the master of my
Craft and putting it out
Before I made my wave if I suffered a drought
Rap game saturated I need me a house
Detroit market is streetrap not boom bap
The whole world into weak trap not these raps
Repetitive I get it I get it
Same niggas holding guns be
Sceaming he did it
I guess I got a kill Niggas in my spare time
Killing every Patrick till a
Nigga doing mayor Time
It's a rare time when no one
Caring it's paradigm I swear ma
Ima make this work out
Breaking every record that these
Hip-hop Niggas doubt
Abusing excuses where the truth end
You can't afford all the lies
That ya tooth give
Ya whole shit at stake nigga you ruth cris
I mean ruthless with ya own life
I'll make you Niggas inactive with a adlib
On the back end who better
At writing there own raps
And composing a whole track
W mixing and mastering
I'm just the master of my
Craft and putting it out
Before I made my wave if I suffered a drought
Rap game saturated I need me a house
Detroit market is streetrap not boom bap
The whole world into weak trap not these raps
Repetitive I get it I get it
Same niggas holding guns be
Sceaming he did it