Sun

(Slayworld Soldier)
(Romeo)

[Verse]
The rack on his head, yeah, for nothing
Boy gon' lose his life for nothing
Whole LA, kicking shit in the sun
Spent a bag on ’Cler, nigga, yeah, it ain't nun
.454's they beatin’ this bitch
Number (N)ine jeans, yeah, just to match the kicks
Might mix the Chrome white, nigga, with the Rick, ha
Kel-Tech, it got some kick, yeah
I might walk in with your bitch
I might walk in with your hoe
Yeah, lil' Rino came in with that blow
Ok, ok, ok, let's go
I seen 12, now I gotta go
Talk to me crazy, we might take your soul
We holding the perc's up in the bowl, yeah
Lil' wrist way too froze (Boy you fuckin' with a souljah)
Drive that Telsa like Lil Boat
Yeah, huh, yeah
Yeah, we up in LA we up, boy, on Melrose
[?] like a damn rose (Ha)
He had the stick but it jammed though (Yeah)
Stick, yeah, it ain't gon jam up
Free the whole gang, yeah, up that jam though
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah