Black Sunshine (feat. Fenaam) Video (MV)

The sun ain't really shinin' no more I can't even find it no more
And they wonder why my eyes hang low All I seen to find is that flow
Six feet deep cause I'm dyin' to live more The sun ain't really shinin' no more
I can't even find it no more Anyone know why my eyes hang low

All I seen to find is that flow Six feet deep cause I'm dyin' to live more
We look thru project windows, police lookin' for more info
Welcome to the dark side, just me and my kinfolk
We been broke, rise, the sunshine on another black child

Surprise, meanwhile different faces in the ghetto
We stop at different places, empty shell cases
On the ground, squeezed from heavy metal rounds
I thought I seen a rose petal grow from the concrete

The Devil tryna to keep us sleep when information leaked
From word of mouth talkin' could get you killed
Narcs tryin' to throw you in the dungeon for a petty ounce
Cause black market, paper abundant, count hundreds

That's the way the ball bounce when I close my eyes
I see the light, and it's midnight, I pray for more insight
I'm addicted to this money, cars, and hoes
Tryna live this life, I'm just tryna get it right

Here's a thug, another smudge, black sunshine
Is it cash, is it cars, is it clothes, get it fast
Hit the road, do some shows, f*ck some hoes, I don't know
Is it cash, is it cars, is it clothes, get it fast

Hit the road, do some shows, f*ck some hoes, I don't know here we go
The sun ain't really shinin' no more
I can't even find it no more
And they wonder why my eyes hang low

All I seen to find is that flow
Six feet deep cause I'm dyin' to live more yeah yeah yeah
The sun don't really shine no more
I can't even know

And they wonder why
All I seen to find is that flow
Six feet deep cause I'm dyin' to live more
Never give a man two cents if he didn't ask you

I was on the block, pushing bags, rent was past due
Still hitting clocks and changing diapers, cause that's what dads do
Did it everyday cause I'm a king not cause I had to
Go through so much shit, I need to buy another bathroom

My bitch act too much like me, when I'm mad, then she mad too
Niggas act like bitches, startin' to think they need a pad too
Flag on the play that's a penalty, bad move
Y'all trippin', stop runnin' in them bad shoes

After that they poppin', make them curl up like a cashew
Cream get the money, you know the cash rules
And the last loose,
Is it cash, is it cars, is it clothes, get it fast

Hit the road, do some shows, pop some hoes, I don't know
Is it cash, is it cars, is it clothes, get it fast
Hit the road, do some shows, pop some hoes, I don't know
Here we go

The sun ain't really shinin' no more
I can't even find it no more
And they wonder why my eyes hang low
All I seem to find is that flow

Six feet deep cause I'm dyin' to live more