Sunday Freestyle CayCay

And you know lately it's feeling like everyone said fuck cay
If that girl said she fucked me she lying or she lucky
Always walking wit god I dare a nigga try touch me
40 leave 'em crunching
Right hook leave 'em scrunching
Simple secret to winning praying Sunday to Sunday
Even on the bad days when you serving junkies
Even on the sad days when you getting shot at
And you ain't have ya stick up on you and no-one would call back

And I been giving so much love I wonder who gone love me (love me)
Still cry bout prestige and eighty but I know thеy above me (above mе)
And for my brothers who wit me, or all my love ones who wit me
I'm hoping you all outlive me, I pray that you all out live me
Can't love again that shit tricky
I put my love in this sticky
I put my trust in my blicky
There ain't much love in my city
Can't lie i been ran up fifty
But i ran thru that shit swiftly
Livin life fast runnin quickly
So dont be mad bout this quicky
Im on the road playin risky
When i get back we'll get busy
I'll eat you till you feel dizzy
Ill stroke you till you haaa