Lyrics

I think my momma pray from Sunday to Sunday
It'll be too easy to tell you I'll make it one day
I guess my question to myself is will it really happen?
And is you really my mans or you just good at acting?
My **** I won't question loyalty loyalty
See this shit bout my family this shit bout more than me
They want the fast cars mansions but more importantly
Imma treat my son like a king cause boy your royalty
I need a big check no game show
But I'm sure to win cause I know just how the game
She the main hoe she can never be my main hoe
And I'm hot as hell but ironically my chain froze
Ain't worried bout no main squeeze hot up in these dang streets
Bro just brought a Glock he treat it better than his main squeeze
Don't listen to them haters they gone talk bout what they cant see
My shawty hate the block but see ironically i can't leave
I come from a place where a bitch is what you cant be
They'll show you ****
And I broke bread still acting like I owe them ****
Life trynna break me down but I ain't folding ****
If my momma cry it's gone be in a mansion on my shoulder ****
Sunday to Sunday
Sunday to Sunday
Sunday to Sunday
Sunday to Sunday
I think my momma pray from Sunday to Sunday
It'll be too easy to tell you ill make it one day
I guess my question to myself is will it really happen?
And is your really my mans or you just good at acting?
My **** I won't question loyalty, loyalty
See this shit bout my family this shit bout more than me
They want the fast cars mansions but more importantly
Imma treat my son like a king cause boy your royalty
I think my momma pray from Sunday to Sunday
It'll be too easy to tell you ill make it one day
I guess my question to myself is will it really happen?
And is your really my mans or you just good at acting?
My **** I won't question loyalty, loyalty
See this shit bout my family this shit bout more than me
They want the fast cars mansions but more importantly
Imma treat my son like a king cause boy your royalty
Written by: Brandon Morrison
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