SHINE (feat. KYL)

Niggas told me it will be alright
When I put it down and get my soul right
Granny told me baby take yo time
Don't let them niggas take yo shine
Don't let em steal yo joy anymore
Please don't let em steal yo joy

Civil unrest
Got that blow like Funk flex
Don't let me get high
Niggas might catch contact
Mic check one two
When I drop
Bitch it's a bomb threat
Leave the beat unconscious
Two hoes one cup
I'm cutthroat
Hear this shit through the grapevine
And when yo time is money
It's so easy to make time
I make lines
That make niggas wanna make hate crimes
And fake niggas catch a body
End up on dateline
And you can see it in my dna
I let the k shine and smack niggas
I'm back nigga
Fat nigga like my pockets
Young rich black nigga
Hoes on a nigga gettin hard to stop it
Hard den a bitch
I don't mean that boy on the Rockets
Damn this nigga spittin
Rappin on the shit one take
Just skip the intermission
When I started rappin
Yea a nigga was hit and missin
But now I'm hittin bitches
Like that nigga that did Ignition
Civil unrest
Got that blow that gun tech
Gave y'all niggas two classics
What the fuck y'all want next
Niggas said I wouldn't make it
That ain't get me upset
Cuz 2021 y'all niggas finna see I'm up next

It's alright
When I put it down and get my soul right
Granny told me baby take yo time
Don't let them niggas take yo shine
Don't let em steal yo joy anymore
Please don't let em steal yo joy

Civil unrest
Blew my stimulus check
Where most niggas go broke
Tryna get a Patek
Where most niggas sell dope
Or they die on the set
Fuck that I buss back until everyone dead
I'm seeing red and blue flashing
Crips and bloods round the corner
You from the set then you flagging
Uncle Sam collect dollars
And got yo revenue taxing
Fake bitches gon say they fucked
Just to get a few captions
Fake niggas gon say they want beef
Just get a few caskets
The ones that got yo back
Gon end up tryna stab you in it
They say they wanna see you make it
But they be glad you didn't
It's power in pussy
That type of shit'll have you trippin
Just know everything that come with
Fuckin round with the baddest bitches
What goes around comes around
My karma was bad intentions
Blowin money on hoes then like Klarna
They stack the interest
Where girls in high school was skippin class
For a bathroom visit
Where niggas don't know ABC's
But really good mathematicians

Niggas told me it will be alright
When I put it down and get my soul right
Granny told me baby take yo time
Don't let them niggas take yo shine
Don't let em steal yo joy anymore
Please don't let em steal yo
Still still



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Chatman Iii
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