Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kota the Friend
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Avery Marcel Joshua Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kota the Friend
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You ain't gotta change
You ain't gotta play the game
Why you wanna be like everybody else?
Boy, get your belt
Either that, or I'mma get it for you
I better see some good grades or I'mma put it on you
You insecure and it don't make sense
You cute, smart, funny, and skilled
I know some people that would kill for your talent
But you trippin' over shit we can't afford
It's recession time
Better count your blessings slime, you know how we livin'
[Verse 2]
You'll be eatin' at your auntie's
She got food up in her kitchen
It won't be this way forever
But right now, that's how it is
And if I could get you everything, shit, I probably would
Then again, I wouldn't cause it wouldn't do you good
You better than a Yankee fitted
You better than some uptowns
You better than your bad decisions
[Verse 3]
Sun gonna rise
Sun gonna shine
Sun gonna set
Sun gonna rise
Sun gonna shine
Sun gonna set on you
[Verse 4]
Sun gonna rise
Sun gonna shine
Sun gonna set
Sun gonna rise
Sun gonna shine
Sun gonna set on you
[Verse 5]
You remind me of your dad, 'cause you ain't shit
Ever day you in this class and your grade's shit
Dumb ****, what the fuck is goin' on?
Is you stupid?
What is you doin'?
Why I let 'em hit it raw?
I feel sorry for the both of us
And I don't even mean to hurt your feelings
I'm sorry, I'm just goin' through it
Let's go and get those Jordan's you wanted
'Cause I can spend a few hundred
My son, the flyest **** in the school
Never see him in no off-brand
You know I'mma put you in them Gucci's for the fall dance
I be workin' late 'cause I gotta get this money
Overtime so you won't be out here lookin' bummy
I'll be damned
We gonna be the freshest if I gotta run a scan
We don't even conversate with broke ones
If the fit wack, then you show them **** no love
'Bout to hit the club for the night
Here, hold somethin'
[Verse 6]
Sun gonna rise
Sun gonna shine
Sun gonna set
Sun gonna rise
Sun gonna shine
Sun gonna set on you
[Verse 7]
Sun gonna rise
Sun gonna shine
Sun gonna set
Sun gonna rise
Sun gonna shine
Sun gonna set on you
[Verse 8]
I wish I had a mommy
I wish I had some clean clothes
Wish I had a family that gave a fuck
I wish I had a bed
I wish my shit was stable ' cause I'm tryin' to go to college
And they pick you if your grades is up
My surrogate, a crack addict
My sperm donor got out of prison, he back at it
I'm A.D.D., malnutritioned, and asthmatic
I'm constantly the target of bullies that have status
And it's overwhelming
But I'm the first one at the school though
And when I have kids, they gonna always have the new clothes
When I graduate, I'mma get up out the hood
Even though I hate my father, put a mission on his books
I don't give a fuck
Everybody laughin' at my clothes
I don't give a fuck
**** won't be laughin' anymore
When I'm rich as fuck
And I'mma be there for my kids
I'mma make sure they ain't never gotta live the way I did, nah
[Verse 9]
Sun gonna rise
Sun gonna shine
Sun gonna set
Sun gonna rise
Sun gonna shine
Sun gonna set on you
[Verse 10]
Sun gonna rise
Sun gonna shine
Sun gonna set
Sun gonna rise
Sun gonna shine
Sun gonna set on you
Written by: Avery Marcel Joshua Jones