[Part I: "Morals"]
[Intro: C Stunna & Charlie Sloth]
Now it's time to rumble
Yeah, yeah
Fort Myers, we gon' do this shit (Yeah)
Fire in the Booth (Yeah)
Yeah (Let's go, bro, Kountry Jay)
Stunna
Yeah
[Chorus: C Stunna]
Out my city, you won't find a nigga like me
Don't gotta rock designer, pull the baddest in a white tee
Been the hotspot, cook a slip and get you five G's
Been my own boss, I ain't never been no YG
I'm a king, yeah, you gotta treat me like I'm royal
Her last nigga broke, all she know is seafood boils
Get-money nigga, me and broke ain't never been cordial
Been cutthroat, slayin' shit like we don't got morals
[Verse: C Stunna]
I ain't no product of my environmеnt, I'm nothin' like them niggas
You nevеr post the ho, so don't get mad when me and my niggas hit her
Ran it up out west, ain't served no rock, but still lit like I'm Jigga
Been steppin' so dang hard, that Stunna name, can't get it out they mental
I got lit off shit talkin' on these instrumentals
Twenty-four bars'll fuck around and get me seven figures
Had to crop some pussy niggas out to get the bigger picture
Know some niggas lit off that rock like they Lynyrd Skynyrd
Put the fam on my back, had to take the load
Ain't ask for this shit, I was already born with the load
Forever Stunnas, jit, that's some shit that you can't control
Ain't cut from this cloth, I was made from a different mold
They think we pushin' P's, every week, we done hit the road
He wanna beat his bitch, he found out she fuckin' with the Zoes
Young nigga, but I been talkin' shit like I been here before
Done ran through so much cash, I don't post, they think we goin' broke
[Chorus: C Stunna]
Out my city, you won't find a nigga like me
Don't gotta rock designer, pull the baddest in a white tee
Been the hotspot, cook a slip and get you five G's
Been my own boss, I ain't never been no YG
I'm a king, yeah, you gotta treat me like I'm royal
Her last nigga broke, all she know is seafood boils
Get-money nigga, me and broke ain't never been cordial
Been cutthroat, slayin' shit like we don't got morals
[Outro: C Stunna & Charlie Sloth]
Perfect (Come on, my guy, yeah)
Stunna, man, Fort Myers (Woo)
Zoe shit, man, Central Ave (C Stunna in the building)
Royal Palm, Avon, all that (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah
[Part II: "Rainin On Me"]
[Intro: C Stunna & Charlie Sloth]
(Kountry Jay), yeah (Mmm)
Let's switch it up real quick to this real shit (Let's go, bro)
Yeah
For sure (Yeah, yeah), Stunna
[Verse: C Stunna]
Ayy, always held shit in, I ain't been good with emotions
How the fuck somethin' we built end up leavin' me broken?
Niggas been prayin' I fall and I ain't even know it
Glizzy aimed at the back door, it ain't nothin' to leave it open
Had to move around some niggas that wasn't thinkin' like me
Feelin' like snitches and snakes done took over the streets
You don't know the feeling 'bout not havin' nothin' to eat
Your mama spent her last dollar on her fam overseas
And your niggas and your brothers havin' smoke 'round town
Ain't got nothin' to do with you, but gotta hold that shit down
You done jumped inside that water tryna float, not to drown
Been goin' up, but a wrong move'll bring it straight to the ground
Man, they taught us as a man, it ain't nothin' you fear
I lost my dog to suicide, that shit there brought me a tear
Man, I know just how he felt, he can't see shit clear
Life ain't been goin' right so long, you don't even wanna live
I been prayin' for some change, I just hope that it come
My past been comin' after me, I got no choice but to run
How I repent for all these sins when I know I ain't done?
Mama been clutchin' on that cross, but we ain't seein' the sun
Movin' swift at all times, keep my head on a swivel
Shit crazy, I can't leave the crib without clutchin' my pistol
One wrong move, then you gettin' hit with a missile
Bitches sittin' niggas up to let them hollow tips kiss you
[Chorus: C Stunna]
Yeah, everybody been changin' on me
Lookin' for the sun, but it's rainin' on me
Everybody been changin' on me
But I'm lookin' for the sun and it's rainin' on me
[Outro: C Stunna & Charlie Sloth]
Stunna (Wow)
Stunna in the building (He's on fire)
For sure
Come through, shut the ting down, bro, I see you, bro
Hell yeah, Fire in the Booth (Woo)
Yeah
Bag talk shit, yeah (Mad)
