Sunday Freestyle

And you know lately it's feeling Like everyone said f*ck cay If that girl said she fucked me She lying or she lucky Always walking wit god I dare A nigga try touch me 40 leave 'em crunching Right hook leave 'em scrunching Simple secret to winning praying Sunday to Sunday Even on the bad days when you serving junkies Even on the sad days when you getting shot at And you ain't have ya stick up on You and no-one would call back And I been giving so much love I wonder who gone love me (love me) Still cry bout prestige and eighty but I know thеy above me (above mе) And for my brothers who wit me Or all my love ones who wit me I'm hoping you all outlive me I pray that you all out live me Can't love again that shit tricky I put my love in this sticky I put my trust in my blicky There ain't much love in my city Can't lie i been ran up fifty But i ran thru that shit swiftly Livin life fast runnin quickly So don't be mad bout this quicky Im on the road playin risky When i get back we'll get busy I'll eat you till you feel dizzy Ill stroke you till you haaa And you know lately it's feeling Like everyone said f*ck cay If that girl said she fucked me She lying or she lucky Always walking wit god I dare A nigga try touch me 40 leave 'em crunching Right hook leave 'em scrunching Simple secret to winning praying Sunday to Sunday Even on the bad days when you serving junkies Even on the sad days when you getting shot at And you ain't have ya stick up on You and no-one would call back