Lyrics Views - Fresh Micks feat. J Cru

Sunny views I just get away
Steak on my plate, it's a feast
Still on the phone at the beach
Only thing having a break are the beats
Taking shots like I'm Hemingway
Rolling a Dutch, peel the leaf
My crew don't suffer defeat
Come here and fuck with us trust you gon see
Sunny views I just get away
Steak on my plate, it's a feast
Still on the phone at the beach
Only thing having a break are the beats
Taking shots like I'm Hemingway
Rolling a Dutch, peel the leaf
My crew don't suffer defeat
Yeah
Hold up

Woah
Look at the flick of the wrist
Look where I came from
I made a dream from a land where they didn't exist
Moving in silence
Plotting the moves on the map like we on a road trip
I just been humble
But my homie told me that lately I been on my shit
I've been shooting my shot since a kid
Hold up
Where I'm from yeah they shooting for real
Had police in my yard like who killed
Heard the streets wasn't safe
Had some homies with cases and others that died where they lived
We would see the same faces
And now that we aging it's seeming like some of ya'll squealed
Had my feet firm in place
I said no to the game but my fear is that some of ya'll will
Not a fan, got to handle that
Hennessy, got a handle of that
Smoking weed with my cognac
Dylan Graham on the kick and clap
Lost a dub, we gon get it back
Spend a grip watch me make it fast
Lately I'm out of my mind
I'm trying to be better
I'm thankful for where I'm at
Told my city that we on the roll
On The Source feeling centerfold
Earn my wins, don't need less or more
I was 10 writing bars at home
Still the same, I'm just big and grown
Feeling hot, feeling winter cold
This is just part of the plan
I had this shit written way back
831 my home

Sunny views I just get away
Steak on my plate, it's a feast
Still on the phone at the beach
Only thing having a break are the beats
Taking shots like I'm Hemingway
Rolling a Dutch, peel the leaf
My crew don't suffer defeat
Come here and fuck with us trust you gon see
Sunny views I just get away
Steak on my plate, it's a feast
Still on the phone at the beach
Only thing having a break are the beats
Taking shots like I'm Hemingway
Rolling a Dutch, peel the leaf
My crew don't suffer defeat
Yeah
Hold up

No chance I die today
My skin harder than steel armor
I peel off like Jordan
Marinade for a couple days
Like hell bitches, I'm Gordon
Now we recording
Start at the top of the morning
Cutting my day into portions
First I be snoring
Lot of caffeine in the pot that I'm pouring
No chance I'll die today
Fuck that
Woulda coulda shoulda wish I done that
Hit it from the back call it comeback
Love that
Any situation yeah I run that
Thumb tack
Sticking on the wall when I walk past
It's that crew shit
We causing a nuisance
Tried to kill us but the noose slipped
Asking us all bout our new shit
Won't let the news slip
I see my future and dreams
The mirrors are clear or just that I'm clean
You cap sized like a boat on a beach
You don't see the difference between you and me
Fresh Micks and Smitty and Geezy
You know what we been on
Same shit that you trip on
We passing it back on the track like it's ping pong
We keeping our ring on
They talking the talk but we rap and we sing songs
Yeah you better cling on
Shit's out of space that we bring on
You better go make us a theme song
Like la la la
La la la la
Da da da da da
Da da da da
La la la la
Da da

Sunny views I just get away
Steak on my plate, it's a feast
Still on the phone at the beach
Only thing having a break are the beats
Taking shots like I'm Hemingway
Rolling a Dutch, peel the leaf
My crew don't suffer defeat
Come here and fuck with us trust you gon see
Sunny views I just get away
Steak on my plate, it's a feast
Still on the phone at the beach
Only thing having a break are the beats
Taking shots like I'm Hemingway
Rolling a Dutch, peel the leaf
My crew don't suffer defeat
Yeah
Hold up