Sunday Lyrics - Nickelus F

Ayo, this shit is like a blunt on Sunday morning before church 

Put on a beat, play my life in reverse then write a verse 

I was in hell, dyin' of thirst, the ravens were in the trees starin' at me while they perched 

But my success was written before my birth 

I excel from the energy I exert 

The world cracked open when I dropped the merch 

Zombies crawlin' out of the ground clawin' the earth 

Went out to Rome, spent a weekend in Greece 

Poured liquor in a glass and roll weed in a leaf 

Momma cried out to Jesus, "Lord keep him in peace!" 

They stay marginalizing Yeezus and they sleepin' on me 

I keep it raw with a sexy persona 

I play my role like a professional roller 

To move around, I do golds on the front and root canals on all the rest of my molars, Petie 

I told my Momma, that I'mma do my best, I'mma do my best 

Momma I'mma do my best 

They comin' for my head, they comin' for my head 

But momma I'mma do my best, I'mma do my best 

Niggas don't know shit about loyalty nowadays 

I try not to blame 'em cos they weren't raised how I was raised 

They was sneak dissin' for years so I ain't phased 

Cos i got the title belt and a head full of tidal waves 

Not to mention the ladies that I done slayed 

Layin' the younger hoes and I'm lyin' about my age 

and niggas hatin', but real recognise... 

well you know the rest of the sayin', we ain't related 

but i will say that my legacy's understated 

and the power of my penmanship can't be debated 

plus money's comin' in nowadays 

I'm elated, the car note was due yesterday and I can pay it 

It's the simple things that make me happy 

the girls that call me papi, my babies that call me daddy 

the fans that listen and help me like a taxi 

she got her hair straightened and came and gave me the nappy 

everybody rap but not everybody is savvy 

so i can understand why my success make you aggy 

plus your girl put my cover on that avi 

swingin' the tomohawk, you get scalped by the apache 

man these niggas tried to play me like a race card 

but i got it locked like a bait car 

lil nigga, you way off 

i saw the way they move and then sawed half of the gauge off