Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sun Don't Shine , by - Young Roddy. Release date: 19.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sun Don't Shine |
| Good sense |
| Good sense |
| Ma stomach growling I’m hungry |
| Do you hear my pain I’m hungry |
| I’m killing this game by my lonely self |
| Got a bullet with a nigga name on it |
| I was born and raised where the sun don’t shine |
| Where the nigga slaying cane in the heat one time |
| And I seen this shit like too many time |
| For them gold digging bitches tryna stop my shine |
| I got shot at twice and my lungs collapsed |
| I done already used two lifelines |
| I got a down ass bitch and I love that bitch |
| She was with me when I wasn’t in my right mind |
| When I tour the world I tell her keep it tight |
| Don’t believe the hype these rap niggas lying |
| I was bumping my music all the time |
| I said they bitching at me told me turn it down |
| But if a hit that pussy then I own it |
| I was sixteen sipping on coronas |
| But all I got is my pen my pad my girl my world and cojones |
| He look out for me like I look out for him |
| You damn right I’ll die for the homies |
| I had a long night on a all night flight rather cold |
| Can I hit it in the morning |
| Ma stomach growling I’m hungry |
| Do you hear my pain I’m hungry |
| I’m killing this game by my lonely self |
| Got a bullet with a nigga name on it |
| But ain’t no traffic in your own lane |
| Ma girl hate it when she hear my phone ring |
| But if she know like I know |
| Every Time the paper call I gotta go, I’m gone |
| Ma mama couldn’t sleep when a nigga wasn’t home |
| It’s all good love now your little boy grown |
| I was riding on a bus now I’m riding on chrome |
| My brother got life I just hope he come home |
| I’m just tryna get ma money right |
| Ever Thought the shit I done did wrong |
| I never seen a man cry ‘till I seen a man die |
| Hold your head my nigga hope you stay strong |
| Lord knows I need patience I burn the track I cremate it |
| From a small hood with these big dreams |
| And I bet I do this shit major |
| I was born and raised where the sun don’t shine |
| Where you ball or rap or put your life on the line |
| Fuck falling off I’m tryna ball man |
| If we get it poppin that’s ball game |
| Ride solo cause y’all all lame plus niggas telling that’s gangsta |
| On that road to that money boy |
| I promise nigga I won’t change up |
| Live everyday like the weekends |
| It’s just me and her freak friends |
| That nigga blocking but I ain’t tripping |
| Cause where I’m from we call that defences |
| Kenner city to the world over |
| Nigga don’t jump on that deep end |
| Bad bitches wanna fuck the kid |
| Couple niggas wanna be him |
| My stomach growling I’m hungry |
| You can hear my pain I’m hungry |
| I still do dirty by ma lonely |
| Try me I got a bullet with your name on it (bah) |
| I never fuck with them phony, nigga you was never my homie |
| Real niggas do real things and you would never clone me |
| Respect me ima die behind it so try me is unlikely |
| I pray my son have real friends and ma daughter meet a nigga like me |
| These bitches only see dollar signs so it’s hard for me to meet wifey |
| I just dick em down and send em up the hall by ma home boy and my whitey |
| While I write |
| (Good sense good sense) |