Lyrics Sun Don't Shine - Young Roddy, Ren Gettz

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)