Lyrics Sunday - Young Roc, Sam Austins

Sunday

It’s this shit is not fair time
I guess I got a kill Niggas in my spare time
Killing every Patrick till a nigga doing mayor Time
It’s a rare time when no one caring its paradigm I swear ma
Ima make this work out
Breaking every record that these hip-hop Niggas doubt
Abusing excuses where the truth end
You can’t afford all the lies that ya tooth give
Ya whole shit at stake nigga you ruth cris
I mean ruthless with ya own life
I’ll make you Niggas inactive with a adlib
On the back end who better at writing there own raps and composing a whole
track w mixing and mastering
I’m just the master of my craft and putting it out
Before I made my wave if I suffered a drought
Rap game saturated I need me a house
Detroit market is streetrap not boom bap
The whole world into weak trap not these raps
Repetitive I get it I get it
Same niggas holding guns be sceaming he did it