Memphis Bleek - The Sun lyrics

[Hook: Mandrill Sample] The sun is in the sky But I refuse to smile Still darkness lingers in my mind [Verse 1: Wale] How the f** am I gonna smile? See y'all n***as got the wrong guy The box that I'm in isn't mine to be in Must I remind you again? The mind is an engine My drive doesn't drive for intolerance Because I'm more popular than bloggers and pirates The ignorant downgrade me to average But they don't even know half of the rapper So they threw me in the skinny jeans crew Because I rap about sh** that the people really do If i got Glocks poppin' at Pica**o that proper I'd rather rap about politics and Prada Gucci and b**hes, and hip-hop business I don't gotta pa** stones like f**ed up kidneys To make y'all listen, and get my vision While the real n***as listen, the b**h n***as gon' whisper B-grade rappers gasp like wind sprints Whack rappers sound better when they dis skip And look better with their wrists slit Then, and only then will you motherf**ers see a grin [Hook] [Verse 2: Memphis Bleek] Yep, I keep my head up The only thing down is the top A mean mug n***a cause the grind don't stop Last week, my little homie got popped And lord knows if the gun play law stopped f** cops and politics I'm into making hoods tight as sh** Now ain't that boutta' b**h? Had a strong team, until the feds came Peepin' down the week Tote it all mang' So what the f** am I smiling 'bout? This the sh** here n***as on the island 'bout And the foe building right now, wild'n out So I don't wanna hear about how you Gucci'd out n***a, I'm bout' to pour about a hundred out Out the bank, and bail all my n***as out f** you think? Get low [Hook]