Rampage Wood & Nick Bradley - SUNDAY DRIVER

The game was sowed up when I rolled up
All that talk slowed up when we showed up
Belair Luxe on ice in Chevy trucks
We ain't make it to Morehouse, but now we got more bucks
In God We Trust
All these other niggas sus
But cash gets counted and stones get crushed
Fuck bubbling we bust
I get a rush just from checking my account
It's Dave Ward Dawgs if niggas was in doubt
It be the niggas that's in debt that's always talking bout some cashing out
Take her car shopping when I need a thrill
If she don't make a dollar then that bitch another bill
I called Goyard, we got appointment at 12
She hit 30 thousand this month
You know we had to pop a seal
Shit nigga, we out here for real
Can it be your faith in me had met it's end?
When you lost your sight?
Buying bottles for the table, it's another Tuesday
I am not a rapper
That's just God talking through me
Ain't no director, but my lil niggas shooting movies
30 round clip'll Jackson Pollok on a nigga Coogi
I ain't no advocate for black on black crime
But you gon think one more time
Before you think bout takin mine nigga
Malcom X peaking right through the blinds nigga
Revolutionary doing time, a sign of the times
It's bigger shit that's going down than tryna get signed to rhyme
Meetings with the white boys, but i ain't hitting no lines
I try to keep it honest while sharing experiences of mine
Ain't no code switching going on, no holding my tongue
I go to reach for my license, now he gripping his gun
Know if he take me out my pops takin his son
Shit it's eye for an eye, we shoot the one for the one
I don't do this for my health, shit, I ain't out here for fun

Written by:
Matthew Holbrook

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