DJ Money - Back to the Sun lyrics

[Intro] Ain't anyone f**in' with the muf**in' God Folarin Know what I'm saying? Lexicon legend, hahaha [Hook] n***as hate and n***as love n***as hate and n***as love n***as hate and n***as love [Verse 1] f** with me Mh, yeah, packin' my bag, n***a Tell them n***as who so called pa**, I'm on that a**, n***a Rare b**hes in Raf Simons, my pack lit up Loud in me, I'm flying high as Bilal singing Boy, back in my groove, youngin' Hundred-thousand for j**els, but it's cool, I let my clothes cover And the hoes love it, but I got a good woman And I never post it cause all them vultures will probably hover What up? Thuggin', addressin' the ma** public Attitude is f** it, I'm living what they covet, so run it Younging, troubled, beginning was humble n***as flexin' for that Gram, but they still live with their Mothers They s**ers, they lyin', they liars, B's on my tire It's two things I never mind is their opinion and stylists I'm ridin', I'm sorry Folarin gotta be so defiant See you Chiciate, Chico, leave your people to violet Violent, quiet, I'm young, stackin' my fund In the back of the bach, and I got my back to the sun Got my eye on this young chick who be actin' and such Never act up in public and rarely ratchet in clubs I'm quite distinguished, and rarely do I mingle And I really do my thing out here, really I just [?] Eyes is on the prize, moon is in the sky I used to sit up at night like I knowin' this isn't right, like God!