Sunday Morning
June and Lula Lyrics

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Intro (Larry June)

And bitch dont check me check that motherfucking back tooth you know what i'm saying
Numbers
OPM jet life

Verse 1 (Larry June)

We lost years in the game cause the money was good
To make 10,000 was so humbling to us
Had to make it happen you know the streets is cold
Ain't cracking under pressure me I won't fold
I move how I move I know niggas is watching
I fuck with rich niggas we got something in common
Looking at the prices of gold nigga I'm cold
You niggas aint really getting money you niggas hiding
40 MM Rolex I'm real player with it
Dont have it confused little nigga I'm having tokens
I don't even sleep no more I just be coasting
I could be 10 deep man the game wide open
Hoes still choosing cause these niggas still game goofy
You hear my voice I been thru it this is pain music
I'm in my house counting racks thinking real estate
Didn't leave the house all day but made 20K
Man I swear this beat so smooth I could sing to it
If you really at it for real than this your theme music
Fuck a middle man we straight to the baggage claim
I'm all in Honolulu sipping mojitos with Dame
You gotta go hard no matter what stop complaining
Born in 91 but the whip 88
Going thru these motions, nigga I'm the coldest
There were days I was hopeless
Nights on the sofa
Made me a monster
I came with a method
I move with intention
I'm out eating pasta
You hold the bitch hostage
I break the bitch pockets
And I dont evn expect you weird niggas to like this shit
Im rolls royce shopping
I land in the Aand hit Shine, now a nigga rolls royce ridin'
Rose gold watch black face kind of stylish
TFM the label everything else childish
I could stunt on you niggas but im'a keep it modest
I'm Downtown LA getting cuban links polished
Rap sometimes but I'm usually kicking knowledge
I don't do the small talk baby sock it to my pockets

Verse 2 (Curren$y)

Sterling silver serving tray
She had the Duck I had a slice of cheesecake
Pellegrino Limonata
For the chase gril you bad as fuck
And you were worth the wait could have had it on the first day but where's the fun in that?
She got desperate for my attention so she brought me scratch
I played the online lookbook I ordered this and that
Ordered my son some baby Chucks some little fitted hats
Gifts from your player dad, I made your moms mad
This love affair I have with the grammar will forever last
My reputation my presentation is first class
You so pressed with us Southwest boarding pass
Stretched out on the beach chair with a cold glass
I bought new diamonds with my old cash
Stocks are a natural resource if the dollar crash
Yeah

Verse 3 (Dom Kennedy)

All I ever wanted was an AMG
I did everything except for make a beat
Cliquaot still spilling I got plenty hundreds
No monthly payments I aint leasing nothing
Listen to me baby you could learn something
Maybe earn something, Larry June's favorite word is numbers
I been doing this 35 summers
I'm still on the come up everytime the sunup
I'm not on the hype im banking cash
My bars and my word is all I have
I aint breaking off of nobody
Baby you could be my co-pilot
Skirt so tight with all that ass
I can't help but look I'm taking chances
Three bedrooms this ain't a mansion
All my girls fine and I aint cappin'
You niggas just rapping
To the truth man you niggas just rapping
Yeah you niggas just rapping

(La Musica de Harry Fraud)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Sunday Morning" by Larry June, Curren$y, and Dom Kennedy delve deep into the themes of hustling, success, and maintaining authenticity in the face of wealth and fame. The song opens with Larry June confidently asserting his self-worth and financial success, warning others to not underestimate him. He paints a picture of a life driven by the pursuit of money, not succumbing to pressure, and constantly on the move in the streets. He highlights his material possessions like his Rolex and his strategic mindset to navigate a harsh environment. Larry June shares his journey of overcoming hardships and transforming into a figure of resilience and success, driven by his past struggles and experiences.

Curren$y's verse introduces a contrast with his focus on luxury and indulgence, showcasing a lifestyle of fine dining and opulence. He emphasizes the importance of class and presentation in his interactions and relationships. Curren$y's lyrical prowess shines through as he reflects on his reputation and values, weaving in references to his personal life and connections with his loved ones. His verse exudes a sense of self-assurance and elegance, as he navigates through his lavish surroundings with a mix of old and new wealth.

Dom Kennedy's verse brings a grounded perspective to the track as he raps about his desire for success and simplicity, embodied in his dream of owning an AMG. He stresses the importance of financial independence and longevity, opting for ownership over temporary gains. Dom Kennedy emphasizes the value of consistency and perseverance in the face of setbacks, highlighting his dedication to his craft and financial stability. He closes out the song by calling out others for merely rapping without substance, positioning himself as someone who stands apart due to his authenticity and genuine experiences.

The production credit to Harry Fraud ties together the diverse perspectives and narratives shared in the song, emphasizing the raw emotions and ambitions driving Larry June, Curren$y, and Dom Kennedy forward. "Sunday Morning" ultimately serves as a reflection on the complexities of success, fame, and inner strength, with each artist offering a unique perspective on their journeys towards achieving their goals while staying true to themselves.

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Dominic Ross Hunn, Larry Eugene Hendricks, Rory William Quigley, Shante Scott Franklin

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