Gon' Shine
I Been clutching on to 40 dollars
my baby screaming now the debt collector tryna holler
bus rider dreaming of impalas worried bout tomorrow
kinda minding my own business
but drama follow no matter what I
doo-doo
this is survival my dude
If I play nice Imma lose
I will survive as I choose
Lately there's nothing that's cool
I just like reciting lyrics that could knock a tooth loose
mighty healthy
bout to eat the beats like they was couscous
feeling like I am a strange fruit struggling to get the noose loose
it's the truth that life is so
cold cold
I been tryna find the meaning of life but you been distracted by the
GLD GLD GLD
Tell these niggas I don't need a beat
I'm finna bang my head and rock & roll roll roll
stop and take second
feast your eyes upon the pretty brother called Moe Pope
all these haters
all these haters
looking at me but I'm finding my quotes all in their throat
floating like I'm underneath the boat
I'm in the chains I'm losing hope
I'm tryna find the silver lining tho
I'm telling mother fuckers everythaaang
I been saying saying shit that they don't want know
this ain't my first rodeo
Look at my portfolio
I been flowing
for a long time
I been dope a long time ago
give me a mic and I go
he ain't a joke
ain't many I can't handle
Spray my lyrics like a vandal
Basquait with the Samo
I'm looking good at any angle
I'm looking good at any angle
I'm Gon' Shine
They Gon' Shine
He Gon' Shine
We Gon' Shine
They Gon' Shine... Allstar
I'm Gon' Shine
He Gon' Shine
She Gon' Shine
We Gon' Shine
They Gon' Shine... Allstar
I'm Gon' Shine
He Gon' Shine
She Gon' Shine
We Gon' Shine
They Gon' Shine
I'm Gon' Shine
He Gon' Shine
She Gon' Shine
We Gon' Shine
They Gon' Shine... Allstar
Yeah yeah
Flyest nigga on the train
Air forces gold chain
Leaf fulla propane
My feet running thru brains
Thoughts running thru minds
I'm losin my own time to time
I came from the mud but I shine
Pour a cup roll some bud and recline
It's AB Soarin next in line
Make you put it in rewind
Put a tingle in ya spine
Phone ringing for da dimes
Trouble follow boi just chase the money you'll be fine
I'm observin all the lies
Tell you what it is that's something you don't wanna know
Lyrics cuttin at ya throat
It's just me and STL GLD Moe let em know
I'm just blowin thru the smoke
Elevate your mind tryna see where it can go
I don't leave my feet tho
Ten toes down gotta stay in beast mode
I don't get no sleep bro
Sleeping on me see me in ya dreams woke
Boi you know these streets cold
it'll leave ya heart froze keep the heat close
All star team flow
I need a trophy for this
Ain't nothing doper than this
I need Chaufer for this
To ride round the city and tell him to
turn this shit all the way up in the whip
I'll be burning it up in this bitch
Its a beautiful view thru this tint
I smoke two and maneuver
I don't need a shooter cause bullets is all that I spit
I promise that all of em hit
I pray to Allah and repent
I'll go to mosh with this shit
Ain't nothing harder than this
My nigga I'm starving for this
From the bottom we started this shit
I'm Gon' Shine
They Gon' Shine
He Gon' Shine
We Gon' Shine
They Gon' Shine... Allstar
I'm Gon' Shine
He Gon' Shine
She Gon' Shine
We Gon' Shine
They Gon' Shine... Allstar
I'm Gon' Shine
He Gon' Shine
She Gon' Shine
We Gon' Shine
They Gon' Shine
I'm Gon' Shine
He Gon' Shine
She Gon' Shine
We Gon' Shine
They Gon' Shine
Allstar
my baby screaming now the debt collector tryna holler
bus rider dreaming of impalas worried bout tomorrow
kinda minding my own business
but drama follow no matter what I
doo-doo
this is survival my dude
If I play nice Imma lose
I will survive as I choose
Lately there's nothing that's cool
I just like reciting lyrics that could knock a tooth loose
mighty healthy
bout to eat the beats like they was couscous
feeling like I am a strange fruit struggling to get the noose loose
it's the truth that life is so
cold cold
I been tryna find the meaning of life but you been distracted by the
GLD GLD GLD
Tell these niggas I don't need a beat
I'm finna bang my head and rock & roll roll roll
stop and take second
feast your eyes upon the pretty brother called Moe Pope
all these haters
all these haters
looking at me but I'm finding my quotes all in their throat
floating like I'm underneath the boat
I'm in the chains I'm losing hope
I'm tryna find the silver lining tho
I'm telling mother fuckers everythaaang
I been saying saying shit that they don't want know
this ain't my first rodeo
Look at my portfolio
I been flowing
for a long time
I been dope a long time ago
give me a mic and I go
he ain't a joke
ain't many I can't handle
Spray my lyrics like a vandal
Basquait with the Samo
I'm looking good at any angle
I'm looking good at any angle
I'm Gon' Shine
They Gon' Shine
He Gon' Shine
We Gon' Shine
They Gon' Shine... Allstar
I'm Gon' Shine
He Gon' Shine
She Gon' Shine
We Gon' Shine
They Gon' Shine... Allstar
I'm Gon' Shine
He Gon' Shine
She Gon' Shine
We Gon' Shine
They Gon' Shine
I'm Gon' Shine
He Gon' Shine
She Gon' Shine
We Gon' Shine
They Gon' Shine... Allstar
Yeah yeah
Flyest nigga on the train
Air forces gold chain
Leaf fulla propane
My feet running thru brains
Thoughts running thru minds
I'm losin my own time to time
I came from the mud but I shine
Pour a cup roll some bud and recline
It's AB Soarin next in line
Make you put it in rewind
Put a tingle in ya spine
Phone ringing for da dimes
Trouble follow boi just chase the money you'll be fine
I'm observin all the lies
Tell you what it is that's something you don't wanna know
Lyrics cuttin at ya throat
It's just me and STL GLD Moe let em know
I'm just blowin thru the smoke
Elevate your mind tryna see where it can go
I don't leave my feet tho
Ten toes down gotta stay in beast mode
I don't get no sleep bro
Sleeping on me see me in ya dreams woke
Boi you know these streets cold
it'll leave ya heart froze keep the heat close
All star team flow
I need a trophy for this
Ain't nothing doper than this
I need Chaufer for this
To ride round the city and tell him to
turn this shit all the way up in the whip
I'll be burning it up in this bitch
Its a beautiful view thru this tint
I smoke two and maneuver
I don't need a shooter cause bullets is all that I spit
I promise that all of em hit
I pray to Allah and repent
I'll go to mosh with this shit
Ain't nothing harder than this
My nigga I'm starving for this
From the bottom we started this shit
I'm Gon' Shine
They Gon' Shine
He Gon' Shine
We Gon' Shine
They Gon' Shine... Allstar
I'm Gon' Shine
He Gon' Shine
She Gon' Shine
We Gon' Shine
They Gon' Shine... Allstar
I'm Gon' Shine
He Gon' Shine
She Gon' Shine
We Gon' Shine
They Gon' Shine
I'm Gon' Shine
He Gon' Shine
She Gon' Shine
We Gon' Shine
They Gon' Shine
Allstar
Credits
Writer(s): Maurice Pope, Janos Fulop, Julia Easterlin, Abraham Soarin
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