Sunflower Seeds Lyrics by PRhyme ft. Summer Of 96 & Novel
[Intro – Royce da 5’9″]
Yo I like this one
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 two that’s gon’ ever do it
Don’t need no metro or Neptunes 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 kill 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 f—–g 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 drugs “true”
Wherever I go, whoever I’m with, I’m met with hugs “true”
While all you rappers getting extorted, in debt with thugs
[Hook/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 kill the fish and put wings on the dog for you treating me like I don’t, don’t know fly b—–s
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 s–t I actually speak latrine, PRhyme 2
All day you hear UZI, choppers and nines too
All day you n—-s 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
[Hook/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 n—-s, yeah they tryna kill 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
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