SUNS by Kenneth Callier Lyrics
[Intro: Nathaniel Banks]
Lights; Glowin'
Pockets; Swollen
Price keep goin' up
Lights; Glowin'
Pockets; Swollen
Price keep goin' up
[Verse 1: Kenneth Callier]
If you open up your fridge, they: take a sandwich
If you give that bitch ya heart, she: take advantage
(wait)
Anyway you pivot it’s another double standard (yeah)
Dribble wit’ the mic, double entendre (yeah)
Fiddle wit’ her life ‘til her name get slandered
Manipulate the price ‘til they can’t understand it
Dream about the vice grip: playin’ wit' a candle
Wit’ a little bit of Christ that be hangin’ from the mantle
Flow so sick, you would thought a nigga flu it
Type of shit get talk about when niggas been through it
The sum of what the sun is when you put God to it
You ain’t tryna flex? Nigga I’ll do it
Gold medals, scold medals
Fire breathin’ over rose pedals
Fire breathin’ just to mold metal
High self esteem/ uncontrolled kettles
[Chorus: Nathaniel Banks]
Lights; Glowin'
Pockets; Swollen
Price keep goin' up
Lights; Glowin'
Pockets; Swollen
Price keep goin' up
[Verse 2: Kenneth Callier]
He owed you love, an ode to love I knew it
He sold you love, he knows the struggle: prove it
Even if he hit it he could never help cue it
You just tryna burn in a room full of fluids
Ignite the match then bite the patch for play
Entice the scratch, you might dispatch
And even though we might detach...
...he bite the the batch and stay
He bulletproof, I might be Cassius K
Lights; Glowin'
Pockets; Swollen
Price keep goin' up
Lights; Glowin'
Pockets; Swollen
Price keep goin' up
[Verse 1: Kenneth Callier]
If you open up your fridge, they: take a sandwich
If you give that bitch ya heart, she: take advantage
(wait)
Anyway you pivot it’s another double standard (yeah)
Dribble wit’ the mic, double entendre (yeah)
Fiddle wit’ her life ‘til her name get slandered
Manipulate the price ‘til they can’t understand it
Dream about the vice grip: playin’ wit' a candle
Wit’ a little bit of Christ that be hangin’ from the mantle
Flow so sick, you would thought a nigga flu it
Type of shit get talk about when niggas been through it
The sum of what the sun is when you put God to it
You ain’t tryna flex? Nigga I’ll do it
Gold medals, scold medals
Fire breathin’ over rose pedals
Fire breathin’ just to mold metal
High self esteem/ uncontrolled kettles
[Chorus: Nathaniel Banks]
Lights; Glowin'
Pockets; Swollen
Price keep goin' up
Lights; Glowin'
Pockets; Swollen
Price keep goin' up
[Verse 2: Kenneth Callier]
He owed you love, an ode to love I knew it
He sold you love, he knows the struggle: prove it
Even if he hit it he could never help cue it
You just tryna burn in a room full of fluids
Ignite the match then bite the patch for play
Entice the scratch, you might dispatch
And even though we might detach...
...he bite the the batch and stay
He bulletproof, I might be Cassius K