Sour Hour lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh sick
Young n*gga from the illest block, them harlem n*ggas get it poppin' that's the realest drop
Mourning my n*gga Fred, dour doobies getting lit, sipping 'gnac to the head
That was my man, I told him wait til I get to this bread
Took one to the head, f*ck, I never see him again
Inhale the reefer harder
I was raised in horror, but you can see and feel my aura
The streets is a mess n*gga I'm blessed to even see tomorrow
So Killa this one is for you, keep your spirit around I got a lot of living to do
See I gotta feed my kids and em' too, lot a load to cop, shows to rock, and hoes to screw

[Hook]
This is my sour hour marathon (marathon, marathon)
Uh, they bullsh*t, babble on
Less talking, more smoking, carry on
This is my sour hour marathon (marathon, marathon)
Uh, they bullsh*t, babble on
Less talking, more smoking, carry on
This is my sour hour marathon (marathon, marathon)
Uh, they bullsh*t, babble on
Less talking, more smoking, carry on

[Verse 2]
Uh, Right
Smoke up, I hope you bring your lungs with you
Shorty I ain't tripping, your friend she can come with you
Just bring some papers, she sending me flicks of her tits, with smiley faces
She dig my rugby flavors, before them other n*ggas did it
You think I was a player? RLFC
Yeah a lot of n*ggas jack, I think it's quite foul
They follow the trend, but for me, it's my lifestyle
Anytime you see me, it's a fresh one
Adidas, raw labels, or some foam posits, check him
Green house sour got my higher than a Jetson, Spacely, Sprocket
You smoke pinheads, we smoke rockets
Lame n*ggas still smoking up the profit in your packs
Lawsuit blew it done f*cked up all the scratch
What you running when your hamstring popped?
I sh*tted on you n*ggas now it's back to the pot
[Hook]
This is my sour hour marathon (marathon, marathon)
Uh, they bullsh*t, babble on
Less talking, more smoking, carry on
This is my sour hour marathon (marathon, marathon)
Uh, they bullsh*t, babble on
Less talking, more smoking, carry on