Til The Sun Up lyrics

by

Chris Webby


[Hook]
We gonn hustle till the sun up, Lord knows
I’m grinding all day and this is all I know
I’m about that life, I’m about that
You ain’t bout that, look
Under pressure know a n*gga won’t fold
I’m grinding all day and this is all I know
I’m about that life, I’m about that
I’m about that, I’m about that life

[Verse 1]
See I’m better than I ever been, so let’s be clear
I see these square n*ggas ain’t killin' sh*t
They tell it different, but I see no joy in a drug game
Where most n*ggas get slain
Or most n*ggas get snitched on
By the same n*ggas they came with
At the same time I think of Trayvon
I done take 2 hits and pass it, blow it all then pray hard
Where there is no middle classes, either rich or you poor
We never had no upper hand, that’s why us n*ggas we on
Look, you ain’t holding down your kids then you ain’t sh*t n*gga
Pardon me, you's a b*tch n*gga
Then she stealing all the dollars from your seed
By all means call her what you please, talk to me

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Just a product of the District, sliding in that 60
2 but I ain’t threw up on that ramp of my position
Try and keep my focus, just try and see my vision
Lucas move a (?) keep them tunas out that kitchen
Look, see pastor on a Sunday
See bad word to Gunplay
See Ralph from the District
Where n*ggas seen crack since a youngin
And I ain’t no dealer, I’m a f*cking gorilla
Keep my liquor cold please I’m rolling up the ogilla
Quarter brick, half a brick
You can sell it all, can’t catch me on that rapper sh*t
Every track I get, they get my habitat
You smoke weed before you rap b*tch
I take laxatives, I’m sh*tting on'em

[Hook]

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