Sun Don't Shine - Young Roddy, Ren Gettz

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)