Imma make her proud
cnd the sun gon' shine on me
The sun gon' shine
On me
The sun gon' shine
On me

This kid el hombre magico
Get a hitta uzi vertical
Buggy flow
Patterns got em asking who he chirpin to
(The birds find him bummy)
But they can't help but love the dude
If ubuz
(They don't know)
They gon' say he got the oouu
Just to prove that I'm better
Imma go acapella
cnd I don't like the faking
In fact if I ever did,
I'd take a saunter where they make em
I'd scoop them up flying saucer
With a side of extra bacon coz
Rappers like to claim they'll eat a nigga like a lunchable
(Pause, dawg) That's the type of verbage got us doubting you
(all y'all) is a bunch of lost causes
He keep his coins on him
Because he broke often
So plan B, he peddle rambling
Don't tell that to the family
Coz they can't feel the entropy
Yap-yappin' like they apt to be
But welcome to the loose leaf
Won't you kick it like Bruce Lee
Now that we're past the light bars
For niggas abangajulile
Let's rock!

Even when they put me down
I'll beat the count
Know the sun gon' shine on me
Said I love my momma loud
Imma make her proud
cnd the sun gon' shine on me
The sun gon' shine
On me
The sun gon' shine
On me