Nothing Like the Sun

[Intro]

What?

Go

Go

Soul Trap man

Go

[Verse 1: Tree]

I never got to visit any campus

(Naw)

Road trips got the cooler in the camper

Keep the reefer amped up

(Loud)

My whole visa stamped up

My verse at least a gram but

Bitches be jammed up in the two-seater

Bend it on the tour where our of town niggas stunting

The fact I don't own it don't matter now

Six hundreds

Doo rag swag

360, two Glad bags

Sticky [?]

Bad intentions you mad

Me in mentions and then I might just respond

I'm curious where you're from

Incredible how I dibble and dabble with everyone

From thе projects

Brothers who happy to see the sun

Up thе nine straight

You get your mind straight

Came home he's looking back in '98

Type of nigga that know every model that nine make

Speaking OG wisdom you get with time man

Tree

[Chorus: Tree]

Popping off in Georgia with this one ho

Yeah

Grinding, Raf in my gold rope

Shining on these niggas back in '04

(Damn)

Man it ain't nothing like the sun though

Homie coming home got one more

(One more)

Got another, a marine on his fourth tour

Shit

Wrote me said a lot of shit I don't know

But man it ain't nothing like the sun though

[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]

Body after body

(Body)

Pop the shotty rock the cloth wally

Dark Bacardi sipping

Switching pimpings

Sticking chickens getting shipments

Wrists is glistening

Let's get it clicking

Slip the clip in

It's crippling

Liquid trickling, I'm tripping

The wheel I'm gripping feel like William Griffin

For real I'm different

(Different)

The business pimp it

Bitch I'm the template

Special Olympics

Eccentric

Whip the bank from here to French slip

Smooth like

Move right or remove your ice

On a cool night

Bite

Under the moonlight

Pulling capers

The crib is spacious

Your shit is tasteless

Expensive bracelets

Different races

White red, yellow

Hold the metal like a cello

Bellow, push your sombrero

Up like a cigarillo

Star-studded

Car cut it

A hard bucket plus a star budget

My shit was like eleven hundred

Nigga

[Chorus: Tree]

Popping off in Georgia with this one ho

Yeah

Grinding, Raf in my gold rope

Shining on these niggas back in '04

(Damn)

Man it ain't nothing like the sun though

Homie coming home got one more

(One more)

Got another, a marine on his fourth tour

Shit

Wrote me said a lot of shit I don't know

But man it ain't nothing like the sun though