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CHORUS

Excuse me, pardon me, I live a life full of no apologies
Oh why do I live this way,
Aye must be, Sunny.
Pretty ladies acknowledge me
Wife brain like she teach psychology;
Oh why do I live this way,
Aye must be, Sunny


VERSE 1
Yea,
A1 b4 rap and your verse Week: yea, no chill.
Player hoes got stripper poles and my Day 1s got hot shells.
If signing a major deal feds still may find paper trails,
These streets know me by nickname and these thoughts Call me "Suntin' else."

Straight out the set son, and yea sunset bring sunshine;
player win like I'm D1 and W is my Gang sign
Haters steal my swag juice and still can't top my punchlines,
Just part time when it's gametime and like half the time- y'all onetime.

Been ballin' like Artest, no contest, yea, Lake show,
10 toes, paint hard flows, yea "And 1", and free throw,
Same cat these lame actors and wack Rappers reach out to,
Already know a G gone eat and a player fellas gone E2.

Keep a tech wit me everywhere & I Stay mackin' these freak hoes.
Player tailored like wall street and I can run the streets in my Street clothes;
Treat rappers like Marshawn when I beast mode on their Best flows,
& Every night, Sunny run game like it's Suge Knight and it's Death Row.


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CHORUS

Excuse me, pardon me, I live life makin no apologies
Oh why do I live this way,
Aye must be da Sunny
Pretty ladies acknowledge me
Wife brain like she teach psychology
Oh why do I live this way,
Aye must be da Sunny



VERSE 2


Pat Ewing, I'm up next, I get checks, yea, Wrongdoing;
Reef up like it's Christmas and my grass green no lawn mower.
Lames feeling all unfit cuz these new hits are still unfolding,
Yea, Yeen bout dat life Sunny got more strikes than pro bowling.

Knife, Yea and an ice pick or an ice pack cuz your eye's swollen.
On the run or out on Bond I'm James Bond and my gun's Golden.
San Fran, and cisco, those Pearly gates are where y'all goin',
Yea, I'm a catch like Odell, Anquan Boldin and Cam Newton

Up Puffin on kush, yup, from the west coast, yea, I'm rich rollin,
Big macs and them straps, tech or them Glocks, yea, what my gang Holdin'.
limo on partition, on every mission I Drive foreigns;
your Wingman can get jumped man by this front man, like I'm Mike Jordan.

King James, I'm Phil Jackson, I'm Ray Allen I'm Larry Birden;
Hands up like goal posts, yea, in the zone and a Player scoring.
Hoe, suntin like new edition, them strippers kissin', yea, Rain pouring,
A player always do yoga cuz we Workin' out && that's early mornin'.

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