Lyrics GIOS4MA – Sunstaring | New Today Lyrics

verse 1: gios4ma
The pressure’s on,but i like weighted blankets
God sent it so everyday i thank him
Most these niggas see the heat & then they get to blaming
But the sun gon shine regardless so i get thinking
Why thе lord choose me for all this shit to happen
Thеn i realize that money’s cursed so if you blessed you lackin
I got responsibilities the city on my back and
I can’t just settle for the cheese if that shit come with—well
They say a nigga too fake deep, they don’t like how i’m acting
They hate the way that i speak, they hate i love myself
Can’t say i don’t deserve it, i should be in love with wealth
But that’s a lack of self esteem to choose that over health
I got love for community, i know they got my back
And even if a nigga sing, i’ll love ’em till my last
’cause everybody gotta eat, its only so much grass
Some choose to consume the meat that’s
Found on public lands

hook: gios4ma
But i be sun staring, but i be sun staring
The lord fed me, imma eat until the gun blaring
The lord fed me imma eat until i’m done
Wearing clothes to see the street
Until they lay me down six feet

verse 2: gios4ma
I used to be deep in my baggage, i would leave the bag at home
Now i’m deep in my bag and left the baggage all alone
Funny the way that words work, when written in a song its
Funny how birds chirp, you see em, they get gone
I’m not here to choose violence, i’m just here to right some wrongs
I was born in this body and i found my rights was gone
Imma just put this body on the line to save my home
Apply pressure and flow until the turn the water on
Yeah i did it, yeah i said it nigga
Tryna serve these taters cold, something petty nigga
Tryna see my friends get old and show ’em better nigga
Now ain’t the time to catch a cold check the weather nigga
Cuz ’til the water start to pour, ill be sun staring

hook: gios4ma
But i be sun staring, but i be sun staring
The lord fed me, imma eat until the gun blaring
The lord fed me imma eat until i’m done
Wearing clothes to see the street
Until they lay me down six feet

verse 3: flywalker
They call me a hype beast
Cause i really ran it up off some nike sneaks
I done paid monthly bills off a couple pairs
But i tucked off the rare like a dime piece
I don’t know many cats who could cop these
Type of shit the stockx charge ya rent for fees
I got my shine like the rapper that’s from belize
Human made shirt mix it wit the ice cream
I be feeling like for real you ain’t fuckin wit it
Type of shit i rock for leisure they bucket list it
Tom ford my cologne see the budget different
If you can’t afford a beat we don’t discuss the digits
It’s a whole lot of rappers sayin that they up
But i been elevated and ain’t seen ’em once
Don’t care if they speak in the such and such
Burberry my plaid just a simple touch
Fourth quarter of the year i be hella clutch
Raw cone what i’m on i don’t fold dutch
Got everything but i really never had much
Another pair of kick bottoms touch the dust