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 killing 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 ass 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 pus*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 killing 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 di*k em down and send em up the hall by ma home boy and my whitey
While I write
(Good sense good sense)