Lyrik - Sunday

Yeahhh
Woahhh
Yeahhh
Woahhh
Yeahhhh
They tried to run up on a nigga on a Sunday
They tried to test my gangsta
I bet they lucky
Some people don’t know how I meet them
If you don’t know
I’ll show you that I’m lethal
Ayy
They tried to run up on a nigga on a Sunday
You don’t intimidate a soul
This my runway
Some people don’t know how I meet them
If you don’t know
I’ll show you that I’m lethal
Wassup
I’m an East side philosopher
This my perimeter
How you make a hit
But now your niggas don't remember you
I’m just trying to live
But now you fucking with my temperature
You trying to compete with me
But I can’t even look at you
I’m competing with myself
Understand that you need help
All the hating you’ve been doing
It must be bad for your health
I’ve been busy making power moves
Took chances I’ve been dealt
I understand the weight I hold
Cause I give all these niggas hell
I could kill them with bars
So I figured put me in jail
They’d do anything to stop you
Succeed and try to prevail
Quicker than 1, 2
I could run through you
Tell me what you wanna do
I know you really a loose screw
Well I say shidd
Just give them hell
They on my side
They try to sell to me
You gonna have to deal with me
I ain’t buying a damn thang
Cause homie that’s a damn shame
Please don’t ask about me homie
You should know damn name
The fuck
They tried to run up on a nigga on a Sunday
They tried to test my gangsta
I bet they lucky
Some people don’t know how I meet them
If you don’t know
I’ll show you that I’m lethal
Ayy
They tried to run up on a nigga on a Sunday
You don’t intimidate a soul
This my runway
Some people don’t know how I meet them
If you don’t know
I’ll show you that I’m lethal
Wassup
These niggas ain’t really no friend of me
But I can’t waste my energy
Leave it up to Nipsey
Cause I rather have strong enemies
I ain’t with the fake love
Move around
It takes trust
You ain’t in my circle
So I know you must be fake asf
Yes I gotta question niggas
Niggas move grimy asl
Bunch of snakes in the grass
I feel it
They slimy asl
I got a problem being patient
So I can’t wait for no time to tell
No time
Just go to hell
Yeahhh
Hell yeahh yeahh
Yeahhh
Hell yeahh yeahh
Yeahhh
Hell yeahh
Yeahhh
Hell yeahh yeahh
Yeahhh
Hell yeahh
Yeahhh
Hell yeahh yeahh
Yeahh
Hell yeahh
Hell yeahh
Yeahhh
Hell yeahh yeahh
Yeahhh
They tried to run up on a nigga on a Sunday
They tried to test my gangsta'
I bet they lucky
Some people don’t know how I meet them
If you don’t know
I’ll show you that I’m lethal
Ayy
They tried to run up on a nigga on a Sunday
You don’t intimidate a soul
This my runway
Some people don’t know how I meet them
If you don’t know
I’ll show you that I’m lethal
Wassup

Written by:
Quan Evans

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