paroles de chanson The Sun Rey - VDon , Daniel Son

There's never been nobody like me
I don't care what anyone says

Open spots on the wall, we take C-notes
Don't judge me 'cause I sin different
Vindictive, infamous, suspicious, big biscuits
Shit vicious, explicit, get riches
Polo sleeves, coco leaves
I curse the day Tony let Manolo leave
We gon' make it to the sunray one day
Gunplay, carve 'em up nice for a lunch tray
Niggas bragging 'bout face scars
We in the streets, got a baseball
Time to separate, hit the space bar
Avoid the monkey business when the apes fall
Gotta be humble
Judge hitting us with numbers, that's a lottery jungle
Niggas better grab the ball if the god of me fumbles
And all hell gon' raise if my dollar tree crumbles
Time to pierce the comfort
These niggas gon' hear the drunker
Respect the man who eats, fear the muncher
You don't need to see another year with bunkers
Guess it's me again, sent for the bucks
I listen to guts, I carried on tradition for us
Either the lineup or sitting on cuffs
I play it cool, break laws and make the rules, nigga

We hunting for plates of food
Wise man play the fool, tell his kids stay in school
But it's hard, they only listen when the money talking
Lose people too often
Death come in threes, I built two coffins
Throw my body in the ocean for the sharks
Never making no commotion for the narcs
Ran the second team 'til I was chosen for the star
Retrace steps, flashback moments in the dark
We post up, the shot make your retail stop
Heard your man got run down by the female cop
And he sung like Dean Martin, got the man's statement
Good communication, nothing lost in translation
Goddamn, need a positive note
Polo for the low, it's who you know
Friends and enemies, keep both of 'em close
This the opium smoke, serve 'em over the dose
The wave make coke runners lose control of they boats
No remorse though
'Cause we all got problems
Tryna see how fast the 911 Porsche go
Ralph stores, shopping for my court clothes
Outran the feds in the subway 'cause the doors closed
Codes never crack, roasters red and black
Get the hunger from days shows was never packed
So many prayers, who knows where heaven's at
I know the devils hustle, buy souls and sell 'em back

I don't care what anyone says