S.H.I.N.S.
Lately I been radiant
The records that we make too big for a stadium
Lyrics straight to the cranium
Soon as I drop this shit, it'll hit like mania
So above all the faking it
And taking hits and statement pics
For entertainment
Don't you infringe on my legacy
I know who the fuck I'm supposed to be
Had a dream I was playing at the rose bowl
2018 a bitch but we done grown
2019 we activated, saturated
Rap's contagious and I caught the bug
Yuh, I'm a white boy, southern bred
Biscuits in my pantry, southern bread
Church think I'm a prodigal son
But Imma pray for their souls, "kyrie eleison"
The labels they just trying to own me
Fuck if I care if they know me
They can keep signing these phonies
I'm getting cuts with the homies
Fuck how you feeling
Bout make some millions
Make certain decisions
Tactical precision
I've been off a tab
Taking dabs with my dad
I'm in San Juan
I'm so gone
Why you mad
Took me so long
To be strong
That's a fact
I'm so happy that I'm not sad no more
I've been workin, I've been busy (Busy)
Riding dolo in city (City)
Vision blurry off a blizzy
Pen game like I'm drizzy
Heard your new new
Wasn't feelin it
Not being cynical
You just lil a bitch
Who ya kidding
Just stick to the disney shit
If you really know good for ya
Now I got that off my chest
I'm treasure I've been blessed
Nothing to be stressed about
Besides the checks in my account
Without a doubt ima be the biggest out the south
(Watch your mouth)
(Watch your mouth)
The records that we make too big for a stadium
Lyrics straight to the cranium
Soon as I drop this shit, it'll hit like mania
So above all the faking it
And taking hits and statement pics
For entertainment
Don't you infringe on my legacy
I know who the fuck I'm supposed to be
Had a dream I was playing at the rose bowl
2018 a bitch but we done grown
2019 we activated, saturated
Rap's contagious and I caught the bug
Yuh, I'm a white boy, southern bred
Biscuits in my pantry, southern bread
Church think I'm a prodigal son
But Imma pray for their souls, "kyrie eleison"
The labels they just trying to own me
Fuck if I care if they know me
They can keep signing these phonies
I'm getting cuts with the homies
Fuck how you feeling
Bout make some millions
Make certain decisions
Tactical precision
I've been off a tab
Taking dabs with my dad
I'm in San Juan
I'm so gone
Why you mad
Took me so long
To be strong
That's a fact
I'm so happy that I'm not sad no more
I've been workin, I've been busy (Busy)
Riding dolo in city (City)
Vision blurry off a blizzy
Pen game like I'm drizzy
Heard your new new
Wasn't feelin it
Not being cynical
You just lil a bitch
Who ya kidding
Just stick to the disney shit
If you really know good for ya
Now I got that off my chest
I'm treasure I've been blessed
Nothing to be stressed about
Besides the checks in my account
Without a doubt ima be the biggest out the south
(Watch your mouth)
(Watch your mouth)
Credits
Writer(s): Devan Garcia
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