Sunday - Young Roc, Sam Austins

It’s this shit is not fair time

I guess I got a kill Niggas in my spare time

Killing every Patrick till a nigga doing mayor Time

It’s a rare time when no one caring its paradigm I swear ma

Ima make this work out

Breaking every record that these hip-hop Niggas doubt

Abusing excuses where the truth end

You can’t afford all the lies that ya tooth give

Ya whole shit at stake nigga you ruth cris

I mean ruthless with ya own life

I’ll make you Niggas inactive with a adlib

On the back end who better at writing there own raps and composing a whole

track w mixing and mastering

I’m just the master of my craft and putting it out

Before I made my wave if I suffered a drought

Rap game saturated I need me a house

Detroit market is streetrap not boom bap

The whole world into weak trap not these raps

Repetitive I get it I get it

Same niggas holding guns be sceaming he did it