Yeah the sun gone shine
Yeah the sun gone shine, but am I I
Yeah the sun gone shine
Yeah the sun gone shine, but am I I
Yeah the sun gone shine
Yeah the sun gone shine, but am I I
Yeah the sun gone shine
Yeah the sun gone shine, but am I I
Visually im turning to a hawk
I could see through all they b.s, I could see through all they talk
Feel like walker in the prius, I been swerving like a genius
These rappers be my fetus, swear they turning into cletus
Every time i spit the meanest
Broadway shows me and my homies kicking it, ticking flicks
Hope they jump make the ticket sick as a kicking flip
Picket sticks, and 56 nights full of all the things on my bucket list
Pumpin chips, its the season y'all fall
Y'all regular, the post is the season I ball
See im more bout the finish while y'all more bout the call
See ima don don't you get no other pro nouns involved, yeah its Sei
Yeah the sun gone shine
Yeah the sun gone shine, but am I I
Yeah the sun gone shine
Yeah the sun gone shine, but am I I
Yeah the sun gone shine
Yeah the sun gone shine, but am I I
Yeah the sun gone shine
Yeah the sun gone shine, but am I I