[Intro: Prodigal Sunn]

Yeah, live from New York City

I keep risin' to the top, the soul survivor

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We keep risin' to the top, soul survivor



[Prodigal Sunn]

Critically acclaimed, snakes tried to slither and vain

Physically I twist up they frames and hit up they veins

You don't know who you fuckin' with, man

It's P-Sunn, Zini the flame, catch me car, bus or train

A royal flush in the game, it tames, sustain

Heavy on the brain, claim, reign in the hall of fame

And I'mma keep on doing my thing, diamond from the rough

I can't get enough, we puff that sticky stuff

The bigger the bluff, the quicker to snuff

Face in your drink, and cunt blamed for stickin' it up

And that's the penalty for thinking you tough

Me and the kings, gleem extreme, bean pack a mean 16

Clips, whips, drips, they call it the American dream

Accumilatin' stacks of CREAM, that black redeem

King on the scene, supreme, I stay clean

Ladies love what the Sunn bring, better than bling



[Chorus: Prodigal Sunn]

I keep risin' to the top, my moms and pops said

Give it all you got, give it all you got

I'm from a block where them ratchets go pop

Criminal cops, and cash money drops, cash money props

Livin' the city life, we won't stop

Makin' it hot, yo, I give it all I got

Give it all I got

Sleep if you want to, baby, we won't drop

Non stop, we give it all we got, give it all we got



[Prodigal Sunn]

Gotta admit it, when I heard it from the mockingbird, it shocked me

In thirds, the Sunn, lives by the code of the word

And have you not heard, that your word is bond, and bond is your life

Spit it precise, heavy like, blocks of ice

Sunn an O.G., twist the honey, bury with berry

And stay on the lurk for them Larry, Tom, Dicks and Harry's

Treasure every move, body soul, rhythm and blues

Big steps, brand new shoes and I'm still payin' dues

They say if you, snooze you lose, so I watch for fools

Smudgers and leechers, try'nna suck my energy pool

Don't mean to be rude, but I tell it like it is for the kids

Feature leaders on the rise, nobody beats the biz

Graduated from these mean streets, make ends meet

Zini gon' eat, and shine like aluminum sheets

Since day one, I did it from the heart of the slum

The spark of the drum, created the allustrious Sunz



[Chorus]



[Prodigal Sunn]

His baby momma's leakin' tears, on his face in the casket

Hit by the ratchet, another tragic, fatherless bastard

Heavy in the hood, stash up goods, twist up woods

Wise like the granddaddy clock, did what I could

Do what I can, the Sun of Man expands his hand

Did twice, one time too many, so I changed my plan

For every breath step, I take, eliminate snakes

Generate, food on the plate, then I stay fate

Walk a straight line for rattlesnakes, half baked, cop real estate

Cultivate, land, women and cake

Moves to making, I'm still getting harassed by jake

Cream meditate, never ever rest my case

They call it the American race, some die by the waist

Live for the chase, fast cars, drunk in bars

I plan to go far, young Gua Arzh Dubar

Shining Stars, inside out, you know who we are



[Chorus x2]



[Outro: Prodigal Sunn]

Soul Survivors, yeah, what up, Yung Masta

Shinobi, G-O-D-Z-I-N-C, Inc., yeah

Chi-King, 12 O'Clock, Brooklyn Zu, the whole Wu

Two On Da Road, you know how we do

Don't forget it, Franklin Ave

Gates Ave., Nostrund Ave., BK

Yo, we out....