Shine

Paint pictures with my words
Dot my i's and cross my t's
They gone label me a fuckin' beast
I'm from Antioch nah mean
I ain't never tried sip lean
Shit my blood type sticky green
Yard work breaking down the weed
Grind it up pearl a blunt to chief
In a backwood
Nun less than 3
I ain't talking gangs
When i say G'ssssss
Twenty fourteen
May 6 we lost Beezie
Had to Graduate next week
Long nights cold days
Most times didn't even wanna eat
Barely got sleep
Close my eyes just say
That a nigga having bad dream
Motivation lost
Kinda got scary
Timmy turner shit
Wish I had fair
Riding round my city
Knowin' that you hear me
Thinkin' to myself
Fuck how they feeling
Moral of the story
Y.all ain't see it comin'
Had it all planned
how I'm bout to run it
Finished with the yakkin'
I just want the money
Started with the rapping
Do it like it's nothing

I was made to fuckin' shine
Yoch shit



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Osborne
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