NEW SUNDAY (feat. COUSIN STIZZ) E

I'm balling like sports, huh. Whipping the Range like a Porsche, oh. I'm thanking God, of course. I put my hands together, I'm thanking the Lord. Amen. ayy. I'm hot like a torch, huh. Diamonds bright, frost, oh. I'm thanking God, of course. Put my hands together, I'm thanking the Lord. Yeah. Shh, thanking the Lord. Yeah. That is on God. Nigga, I'm winning. Look at the score. The Shh, nigga, I'm singing. With the diamonds that's adoring. Oh, I grew up in Harlem, the streets of New York. New Shh, I know some niggas that's Eating, whipping the pot with the fork, uh. Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt. Sound like they whipping a Porsche, oh. They do not care about fame, uh. Nah. They don't want the cover of Forbes, uh. No. That's how you fuck up the game, get Watched by the feds, get locked by the porks, Uh. Oh. Shh, I'm thanking the Lord. Yeah. Huh, that is on God. God. Yeah, all the dirt I did and I Never went to court. Never. Yeah, I'll never say no names, I won't do Nothing of the sort. No. Tell the judge suck my dick when I see Him teleport. Shh, I'm balling like sports, Huh. Whipping the Range like a Porsche, oh. I'm thanking God, of course. I put my hands together, I'm thanking the Lord. Amen. ayy. I'm hot like a torch, huh. Diamonds bright, frost, oh. Oh. I'm thanking God, of course. Put my hands together, I'm thanking the Lord. Amen. Oh, shh, thanking the Lord. Yeah. That is on God. Nigga, I'm winning. Look at the score. score. Shh, nigga, I'm singing. With the diamonds that's adoring. Oh, I grew up in Harlem, the streets of New York. Whoa. I'm thanking the Lord. Thanking. Thanking up God. Most of my niggas rob, most of my niggas Ain't have no job. But still big money involved. Yeah. We bending corners and laws. Laws. You in the ground with the clout. Clout. Until they figure you out. Feds tryna run in your house. Damn. I'm just thankful it ain't us, we had The Ps in the couch. Couch. I took the bus to the bus, had to Get it from the ground. Ground. She want the D in her mouth. Yeah. Blessed like the preacher, no doubt. Yeah. Straight to the cream the route. Ayy. Shh, I'm balling like sports, huh. Whipping the Range like a Porsche, oh. I'm thanking God, of course. I put my hands together, I'm thanking the Lord. Amen. ayy. I'm hot like a torch, huh. Diamonds bright, frost, oh. Oh. I'm thanking God, of course. Put my hands together, I'm thanking the Lord. Oh. Shh, thanking the Lord. Yeah. That is on God. Yeah. Nigga, I'm winning. Oh. Look at the score. Shh, nigga, I'm singing. With the diamonds that's adoring. Oh, I grew up in Harlem, the streets of New York. Whoa.