There's only one sun in the sky

I'm reflecting the rays

I'm turning my face in the phase

This only a peice of the pie

Set the cherry ablaze

Create create create

Sonic booms

Chronic fumes

Bullet wounds

MOONE

MOONE

There's only one sun in the sky

I'm reflecting the rays

I'm turning my face in the phase

This only a peice of the pie

Set the cherry ablaze

Create create create

Sonic booms

Chronic fumes

Bullet wounds

MOONE

MOONE

I just got the whip insured was riding dirty

Driving through the Judas's smoothly I know god love me

My baby mama ain't on my nerves she with her hubby

She helped me find my type

Like my home bodies a lil chubby

Had a deuce deuce

In my cubby by my

Juice juice

A and b honor roll

I wasn't slow

Just a few screws loose

In class writing poetry Teacher scolded me said I broke rules

Frowny face in planner

You know mama gone

Oooouu

Belt

Aint just holding pants

Barely in the in crowd as a child

Now the crowds throwing up hands

Diggin in the lost and found For a new style

Now I'm fresh as fruit stands

The bitches use to blow off Quen

But you know MOONE got few cute fans

MOONE gotta few

Oooouu

I'm at a hi point

I'm making space jams

I told bro chill

But he got his spray on

Just like a spray tan

I'm from the land of honey suckles

Blunts and pecans

Gang shit

Bible Belt

Come get beat in

Come get beat in

Come get beat in

Come get beat in

Yea

I heard a junky burnt down my child hood home

That dummy was building a lab

It's kinda funny the fire only left the foundation

Just like me leaving the pad

Now I'm with all of the ATLiens

Dodging the traffic and dodging the scams

My son through up the

A's

In his

Sonogram

But I'm from the

A-L-A-B-A-M-A

Where niggas will trip on you like Ella Mai

They built a new jail house and put up the cameras

Forgot about bandos and pot holes in lanes

Man these folks don't give a fuck about the poor

Kill or be killed since birth Until we make it out in his hoe

I don't give a fuck about trumping you

God ain't make me no average JOE

I pray you choke on your hate

While you burn in your envy

I hope that it's slow

Ain't y'all sick of giving real grins to fake friends?

Crest and the Trough

High frequencies and low ends

I'm at a hi point

I'm making space jams

I told bro chill

But he got his spray on

Just like a spray tan

I'm from the land of honey suckles

Blunts and pecans

Gang shit

Bible Belt

Come get beat in

Come get beat in

Come get beat in

Come get beat in