YSD 2Tone - No Sunshine

It Ain't no sunshine in these streets so I expect the worst
I'm tired of seeing all my homies end up in a hearse
You'll think it's raining blood drops the way them bodies burst
Feel like the last man standing took my shooters first
Yeah it get wicked when you round me keep yo social distance
See we some targets in these streets that carry Glock extensions
You should've kept that backdoor closed they came in through the kitchen
See when you speaking on my name don't forget to mention
You know it's hard to ball out when yo homies dead and gone
You know it's hard up in the hood can't just walk out the home
I don't expect you to show sympathy when you was wrong
I learned my lesson in these streets boy you gon be alone
See it's a jungle full of bodies buried with some chrome
The only sunshine you gon get is one up in the dome
Don't think you safe up at the store boy what you cooking on
You know it's hard to ball out when yo homies dead and gone
Rule number 1 don't drop yo Lo not even for a bitch
Not for a play
Not for yo bae
Go head and whip some shit
Rule number 2 better keep that .22 cause they won't miss
Rule number 3 when you see tented windows clutch the blick
(Ain't no sunshine on my side)
(Only sunshine you see is gun fire)
(Everybody dropping pistols popping)
(This how I win though, look)
It Ain't no sunshine in these streets so I expect the worst
I'm tired of seeing all my homies end up in a hearse
You'll think it's raining blood drops the way them bodies burst
Feel like the last man standing took my shooters first
Yeah it get wicked when you round me keep yo social distance
See we some targets in these streets that carry Glock extensions
You should've kept that backdoor closed they came in through the kitchen
See when you speaking on my name don't forget to mention
They say I'm too young to be going through what I been through
See you can fish bowl everyday that's sum that I can't do
I told the opps when ima see them I ain't sliding through
I hop out the car that choppa singing like autotune
They told me all I do is rap about murder that's what I do
But let me tell you all the shit that I rap about I been through
These niggas fake Gangsta Internet Gangsta that's what they do
But we some big speakers finger fuck triggers that's what we do

Written by:
Brandon Hemingway

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