SunDaY MorNiNg.

Sunday i'm with the gang, im with the mob, back in the state

Dont worry, i get mines, I'm getting love, you know i dont play

Balancing on my dreams, driving a foreign, no vallet

They be watching the kid, but i got tools, you know im gon spray

I se them huffing and they puffing

Guess they pushing p

I see they put God on snooze, now they losing sleep

The drive is designated, so i could never go to E

I'm rocking ice, ice, ice like im gretzy

In the stu cooking up till the sun go down