Sun Is Up

(专辑： New Mania - 2020)

(YoungBoyBrown on my kid)
I'm running it up [?]
Yeah, yeah

Time to go run it up (Run it)
A couple of packs, they came in and I'm mailing 'em out
Ain't no time to be fucking up (Yeah)
I put on a shirt, then I put on my pants, I'm a boss (Yeah)
50K 'fore the sun is up (Yeah)
Pussy-ass niggas, they talking that fuck shit
I'm taking another, they numb all of my problems
The pain that I'm feeling, it feel like you lost me

I'm making it rain like I'm sitting in solice
The opps is outside and they looking like targets
I'm taking my time but I ain't on my humble
Earned me these stripes while I moved through the jungle
And the engine he's driving, that shit sound like thunder
And the first house I bought, I did that for my mama
And the first case I caught, I went down with a llama
That summer was hot, that shit felt like a sauna (Yee)
My ex wanna come back, rekindle the love
Soon as we fuck, she get hit with a block (Ooh)
Ice on my neck, on my wrist is a watch
Busting it down but I need me the star (Ooh)
Calling up Thomas to sit down and plot
Time is of essence, I'm stirring the sauce (Ooh)
Rick Owens my T-shirt, my slippers, and socks (Yeah, yeah)
The money is calling, I can't take a loss (Yeah, yeah)
Everything hit when it drop like a meteor
Once I tasted that fame, I got greedy, yeah (Ooh, greedy)
At the top all alone, never needed 'em (Needed 'em)
And I'm wearing some shit they ain't seen before (Ooh, they ain't seen before)
Came from the trenches, got family, I'm feeding 'em
Same with my brothers, that plate, I'ma eat with them (Ooh, yeah)
Remember who was and who wasn't, don't speak to 'em
They wasn't solid so why would I meet with them? (Yeah, yeah)

Time to go run it up (Run it)
A couple of packs, they came in and I'm mailing 'em out
Ain't no time to be fucking up (Yeah)
I put on a shirt, then I put on my pants, I'm a boss (Yeah)
50K 'fore the sun is up (Yeah)
Pussy-ass niggas, they talking that fuck shit
I'm taking another, they numb all of my problems
The pain that I'm feeling, it feel like you lost me

Where did I do it, I make it look easy
I spin on his block like I'm reading a CD (Really, really, yeah)
Starving the fans, now I know that they need me (Yeah)
The pain that I'm feeling, you wouldn't believe me (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause that morning I woke up and turned on my TV
I got bread on his head, know my shooters ain't sleeping (Pew, pew)
Back in the trap and I'm posted with demons
They cooking up rock that was harder than cement (Yeah, yeah)
Praying the rats ain't involved, they ain't telling
Knowing I traveled the globe as a felon
I fuck on his bitch when she get in her feelings
I came with the sauce, anybody can smell it
On top of that, none of my foreigns is rented
Putting these bands on her neck, all like wedding (Frr)
Taking these trips, I could pay with my debit
Swiping a Patek, could pay with my credit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Time to go run it up (Run it)
A couple of packs, they came in and I'm mailing 'em out
Ain't no time to be fucking up (Yeah)
I put on a shirt, then I put on my pants, I'm a boss (Yeah)
50K 'fore the sun is up (Yeah)
Pussy-ass niggas, they talking that fuck shit
I'm taking another, they numb all of my problems
The pain that I'm feeling, it feel like you lost me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)