Novel - Sunflower Seeds lyrics

{Intro – Royce da 5’9″} Yo I like this Just let it go Preem Give em a second to give us a lil courtesy, you know You ready? “You ready?” Okay Well hold these sunflower seeds, I’m going in {Verse 1 – Royce da 5’9″} Guess who’s bizack, the best 2 that’s gon’ ever do it Don’t need no metro or Neptune’s trizack This is what you call alcoholic recording, flawless guitar rifts Now they riding with us for sure in the Audi or this Ferrari, this is for Joe Montgomery and Johnny Morris Now we ’bout to Power up the Ghost like Omari Hardwick Time flies when you having a nice time So when I drive I try to ride slower than Heinz pouring My mama told me to try to enjoy it Take you a vitamin boy and stick to your diet and tore it Keep rising and soaring, don’t put your mind on the evil Keep your eye on the people who would k** just to be by you And beware of those who appear to be dying to meet you Let your therapy be The Bible and let yourself just be legendary And just continue to keep on helping the less fortunate Not for no fu–ing credit in public but for the blessings above Most important lesson I learned was just to love “true” Most of my aggression was extra liquor and just the d** “true” Wherever I go, whoever I’m with, I’m met with hugs “true” While all you rappers getting extorted, in debt with thugs {Chorus – Royce da 5’9″} I’m riding around in a Maserati ’bout to go to McDonald’s eating sunflower seeds “laid back” But still I spit the shell out the window Still I spit the shell out the window Now that I’m living well all I remember is all I could afford was sunflower seeds “laid back” But still I spit the shell out the window Still I spit the shell out the window {Verse 2 – Royce da 5’9″} I will spit these out a Gallardo Then peel off laughing like Ricky Ricardo Go to your lady home and spit a whole bag of sunflower seeds out on her marble Floor, oh no I didn’t I k** the fish and put wings on the dog for you treating me like I don’t, don’t know fly bi–hes Nickel, I’m back in the prime of things 2 jackas this one is tabular, that one is Steve McQueen I flip on a rapper quick as Christopher could finish up a trap on a beat machine I pull out a full metal jacket Show you exactly what going platinum with features mean I am the absolute sh** I actually speak latrine, PRhyme 2 All day you hear UZI, choppers and nines too All day you ni–as eat sushi, sausage and fondue The drum dilla like Ma Duke The Hummer red and it come atop Giant sized shoes like clown suits The rifle rightfully mine too, it might just heat up from the field in the clutch like when Mike and LeBron shoot {Chorus – Royce da 5’9″} Riding around in a Maserati ’bout to go to McDonald’s eating sunflower seeds “laidback” But still I spit the shell out the window But still I spit the shell out the window Now that I’m living well all I remember is all I could afford was sunflower seeds “laidback” But still I spit the shell out the window Still I spit the shell out the window {Outro – Novel & Royce da 5’9″} And I, I grew up in the streets One man “one man”, one heart “one heart”, one love “one love” Living in the ghetto you get one chance “you get one chance” You know I keep a piece and my sunflower seeds in the other hand And Po-Po out here shooting ni–as, yeah they tryna k** the brother man And I, I grew up in the streets One man “one man”, one heart “one heart”, one love “one love” Living in the ghetto you get one chance “you get one chance” You know I keep a piece and my sunflower seeds in the other hand