Sunday Lyrics

Dear Mama

Dear

Mama told me

I'm a have to

Make it one day

All the times

We spent together

Had to throw it away

Shawty going through some things

I got to have it some way

Anytime we get together

It was on a Sunday

Yeah mama told me that

I'm finally make it some day

Workout hustling

Out here struggling

Trynna get to the cake

Fuck that negativity

Get the fuck out the way

Can I at least get a raise

From the minimum wage yeah

Make it one day

Feel up the space

Pick up the pace

We doing the race

Hop out the wraith

Among the greats

Seeing our dreams

But they love to hate

We stay making and spending this cake

Light skin but no were not drake

They said we were tripping ok

Put the beats on like dre

Running it up

Pick up the loot

I got a saber that's ready to shoot

I got to pace

I'm drinking myself

Really I'm dead

Till I'm blue

Racking I'm stacking

Till I'm threw

It's a fiend habit

Stuck like glue

Hop out in a demon

Till I'm ghost

Niggas be hating

Doing the most

I called a toast

For that broke bitch

That used to roast

She didn't love me

Said I'm ugly

Wouldn't fuck me

But I boast

Hopped up in a boat

Then I coast

Then I go

With the drippy trippy flow

To the throat

I get them choked

Fuck it

Mama told me

I'm a have to

Make it one day

All the times

We spent together

Had to throw it away

Shawty going through some things

I got to have it some way

Anytime we get together

It was on a Sunday

Yeah mama told me that

I'm finally make it some day

Workout hustling

Out here struggling

Trynna get to the cake

Fuck that negativity

Get the fuck out the way

Can I at least get a raise

From the minimum wage yeah

It was 9 am

On that Sunday morning

I didn't have a dollar

I didn't have a wallet

Shawty slide on the side

With the guys or the guys on it

Want it

What about them other guys

Other guys on ya

What about you mesmerized

Mesmerized on ya

Need a apple pie

Apple apple pie on ya

You wasn't feeling mine

Feeling feeling mine on ya

What about

What about them

Other guys on ya

Memorized

And

Mesmerized on ya

Need a apple pie

Need a apple pie on ya

You wasn't my homie

You wasn't mind on them

Mama told me

I'm a have to

Make it one day

All the times

We spent together

Had to throw it away

Shawty going through some things

I got to have it some way

Anytime we get together

It was on a Sunday

Yeah mama told me that

I'm finally make it some day

Workout hustling

Out here struggling

Trynna get to the cake

Fuck that negativity

Get the fuck out the way

Can I at least get a raise

From the minimum wage yeah

I'm just a visitor

Got to love the motherlands

Smoke it till I'm hovering

I gave up recovering

Thought till yourself

That's when you see

The money coming in

Yeah