Lyrics:
to shine, I like to shine when I rhyme
Young ass nigga man you know I'm in my prime
Don't waste my time, don't waste my time, I sell it by the dime
I might
the grind
Don't give up on yo dreams 'cause you know the sun will shine
The sun will shine
Like a hard mama work just trying to get by (hey yea)
Fo those actin' funny
You stay about tha cheese mayn
Muthafuckin' hunny
Now don't you be a dummy
Play me like yo mummy
I try to keep it business
soul
Caught with amethyst-colored cannabis, get incinerated like Gotti's throat
In a maze of all these throes, inner rage make me explode the way that
"Yes"
Time for me be lookin' right
Shine like my future 'cus I know it's bright
Bright like the stars that shine at night "Shinin'"
& I'ma shine brighter
pour
Niggas like, "Ruck, Fuck you rhyming to this beat for?"
Listen, life is like a muthafuckin' seesaw
One minute you hot, the next, "Yo, where's
Crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
Tryna shine
I'm tryna shine like Vegas
I'm tryna shine like Vegas
I'm tryna shine like Vegas
Yo
Illumination of the soul through determination
Yeah, turn me up, yo
Ayyo I'm like a lifeguard on the beat
When niggas try to rap, I come through and I save the track
I'm fresh like Mannie, fly like
sometimes
Don't wanna see me in the game but like a star I shine
Seem like the good always die young
I keep that fire arm
Buss a n*gga right now
He might
girl I need a liter
Like Martin, you go girl!
I know that flame and you got it
I'm sending shots like Yo Gotti
I just want you and your body
Can I just
I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him
Niggas don't want it with L, they like, "Anybody but him!"
Where Brooklyn at?
Yo, BK don't play
Wrapped around my waist like a cummerbund
Don't make a nigga pump (clap clap) you up!
I come in that new thing she threw up
Now yo' bitch ass gotta clean
diamonds shine sho nuff
I keep that mother fucking kick back
You probably saw me wit Kris P where yo bitch at?
Hit a nigga from far away need a piss pack
see bank like Frank White
Your hand clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high
Yo yo
I don't brown
see bank like Frank White
Your hand clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high
Yo yo
I don't brown
by Club Enzo
And Zone 6, Morning Avenue, Memorial Drive, you know for sure
Shawnna fine and Trina tight, I kill them girls like Killer Mike
Killer
sticky by the sto'
I rip your hottest MC like eenie mynie moe
Fuck dough I do it for fun, "Juice" like Bishop
"American Pie" nigga, hit your momma like
My verbals and graphic grammar
My verbal murder stretch from
Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet
Niggas crumble like
in your shell about a dozen
You never see bank like Frank White
Your hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo
like that, Yo
We spit rap and fire brown paper bag
Gat rap go whack and float acrooss the map
Floss that anything yell endorse that
Electric
keep going
You sit in the lobby you need loans
Get rich like I'm Roddy with three phones
And my wrist on Yo Gotti's with clean stones
I'm talking VV's
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
Stack yo racks up
Fuck around and hit up Icebox
I want a PATEK diamonds wet when the lights off it shine
She calling me daddy I aint her papi I
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