Sunny Days Video (MV)

SAY Mama I lied dat was my pistol in dat gun charge
Lied to scared you'd think lesser of yo YOUNG boy

Told ya I was done but I'm noid and my head hard
Dey just killed lil Alex he had his kids all in da front yard

Pose to switch it up but I keep posting wit my home boys
Know dat Dey bang blood
And in da streets streets u know it's gun Wars

Watch fo da police and niggas creeping in da Tint cars
Stacking up my gs a 100 mill ah get my dick hard
99 short of that deposit on my bank card
Manifesting shit thru meditation it's da young God

Proper preparation elevation so I can avoid
All da non believers Nd deceivers
Mischievous

One Deyll be needing us
Telling us telling us to reason em
Like we in charge of feeding

I told em dis da season of
Dis young gun pouring red rum on des drums

He sung like sam he told dem feds bout what dey done
(Ya RAT)

I been stressing bout da way we living
I'm manifesting shit & I'm gone get it

Too many homies dead
And locked in prison
Wishing Dey was out here wit Dey children

Wishing I can save em but I'm tripping
Nigga I can barely save a penny

Dis shit so bogus I admit it
Somebody tell me wats da point of living

Dey told me no so I just smoke to cope
Dis life a joke

See baby 4 he just got smoked
We showed dat lil bro da ropes

Dey marked fat T bout 4 months ago
I'm not comfortable

Riding around da town wit out sumn to blow
I don't want to go

Back to des wicked demons plotting scheming where niggas leaning

And I been dreaming bout cutting niggas to tiny pieces
Light my candles and pray to demons
But Mama need me my woman need me

Da odds ain't even I need a reason
To keep on pushing cuz ain't no cushion

When you been shook'en
From 40 bullets Dat hit ya partner yo and left em cooking

Laid on dat pavement & Facebook live
Got people Looking

My nigga gone and ain't shit I can do to
To brang em to me
I been stressing bout da way we living
I'm manifesting shit & I'm gone get it

I been stressing bout da way we living
I'm manifesting shit & I'm gone get it

Too many homies dead
And locked in prison
Wishing Dey was out here wit Dey children