Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alphonzo Stringfellow
Songwriter
Lyrics
I seen the sun it started shinin', call it perfect timing
My life is diamonds and I'm grindin' , so you know I'm shinin
My bitch bad and they fire, so you know I'm ridin
These **** cappin' bout their figures I know he ain't got it
I seen the sun it started shinin', call it perfect timing
My life is diamonds and I'm grindin' , so you know I'm shinin
My bitch bad and they fire, so you know I'm ridin
These **** cappin' bout their figures I know he ain't got it
I don't pass the ball, bitch, I'm Kobe
And I shoot with the left hand, something like Ginobili
The game ain't fair, the ref dirty
30, no pussy, this a 40
Tory, no we ain't shooting **** in they feet
Blood comin' out his meat, his family watch in disbelief
For all my dogs RIP, for all my **** in the street
All the hustlers slangin' D, had to make a way to eat, yeah
And one day we gon' make it out
Say, one day we gon' make it out
Gotta get my mom a house, I gotta flood the necklace out
Tell the hood that I'm checkin' out
I seen the sun, it started shinin' Call it perfect timing
My life is diamonds and I'm grindin', so you know I'm shinin
My bitch bad and they fire, so you know I'm ridin
These **** cappin' bout their figures I know he ain't got it
I seen the sun, it started shinin' Call it perfect timing
My life is diamonds and I'm grindin', so you know I'm shinin
My bitch bad and they fire, so you know I'm ridin
These **** cappin' bout their figures I know he ain't got it
I been feedin' everybody, it's my turn to eat
Lost the vision, now it's back, I'm seein' HD visually
Hindsight is 20-20, shit was never good for me
I'm at the ATM wildin' Finals comin' up, I need the floor seats
Tryna ball so loud, **** can't ignore me
**** on the run, eatin' shit, I feel like NORE
Crack rocks in the pocket, how I used to play it
Now I'm thumbin' through these meat rolls, I don't ask favors
And one day we gon' make it out
Say one day we gon' make it out
Gotta get my mom a house, I gotta flood the necklace out
Tell the hood that I'm checkin' out
Written by: Alphonzo Stringfellow
