Sun Sign

Packing dosja in the blunt,
Take me to the sun,
Blowin do do in the dojo, all my ninjas chop it up,
Packing dosja in the blunt,
Take me to the sun,
Blowin do do in the dojo, all my ninjas chop it up

If we talking sun signs,
I've got it all down to a science,
I'm sick, Check the sinus,
Crown royal skin tone yo highness,
I used to trust everybody, huh,
Minus niggas, minus bitches and the weather,
Ya like it or not, the day of the sun is coming in hot,
Imma pisces,
A fishy nigga never eating off of hooks,
A bunch of soft ass niggas dropping fake hard verses, that's one for the books,
Took, too damn long tryna get back on track,
Tryna picture the whole world but globe is on my back, atlas,
Finally found it at last,
I'm moving with caution,
Now the hate don't reciprocate as often,
Now I find that I really hate the talking,
Chatterbox niggas really don't last long,
Even if it's just a mild flex,
Showing out for the innanet put you in a net and really shows where ya minds at,
Best believe that I sees what I sees and I say what I be's,
Q&A's but I always been on p's and q's
And i don't need to form a weapon just to show I ain't fucking witchu
Best believe that I sees what I sees and I say what I be's,
Q&A's but I always been on p's and q's
And i don't need to form a weapon just to show I ain't fucking witchu

Packing dosja in the blunt,
Take me to the sun,
Blowin do do in the dojo, all my ninjas chop it up
Packing dosja in the blunt,
Take me to the sun,
Blowin do do in the dojo, all my ninjas chop it up
Packing dosja in the blunt,
Take me to the sun,
Blowin do do in the dojo, all my ninjas chop it up
Packing dosja in the blunt,
Take me to the sun,
Blowin do do in the dojo, all my ninjas chop it up