Shine
Seen it all, opened my eyes
Why's it all so soulless
In my bag, can't steal my shine
Can't stop where we're goin'
Seen it all, opened my eyes
Why's it all so soulless
In my bag, can't steal my shine
Can't stop where we're goin'
I put in work, tryin' to change my life
Perspectives always switchin', seein' things in a different light
Everything just ain't so black and white
But if you keep on fuckin' hatin' then I must be doin' somethin' right
Tryna capture lightning, I might snap
Righteous, keep the squad tight knit, that's a fact
Unsightly, foes scatter when I grip a mic
Test me, this ain't no game boy, you playin' with your life, uh
You don't know me, tell me why you make assumptions
Been doin' this for a minute, I know I'm onto somethin'
Stopped concerning myself with the thoughts of others
Now I'm learnin' to love myself, not hiding under covers, uh
Can't expose an open book, I won't hide
Since birth I been the realest motherfucker alive
A lotta shit within myself I've come to realize
Don't trust a fuckin' soul no more, so keep it quiet, shhh
Seen it all, opened my eyes
Why's it all so soulless
In my bag, can't steal my shine
Can't stop where we're goin'
Seen it all, opened my eyes
Why's it all so soulless
In my bag, can't steal my shine
Can't stop where we're goin' (Look, Static, uh, uh)
I'm in my bag 'n' you can't steal my shine
I'm-a fall four times and then I stand up five
Actin' solid boy I promise that these hands gon' fly
I'm-a knock 'em to the bottom I'm a stand-up guy, look
Take a roll call, roll it first 'n' then I'm rockin' shit
Call up on the ball and take the spurs up like I'm Popovich
On the D, approach my team 'n' Durkin up I'm stopping it
Smokin' weed, so much green I pop 'n' stop apocalypse
Bumpin' Pac 'n' shit, hit 'em up 'n' then I'm coppin' it
Ain't no stopping it, fisticuffs if I not been sick
You can hate the music but the hustle ain't no knocking it
It's Static makin' magic when I pop up bet I'm shocking shit
Give a fuck 'bout what they say, all the critics are lame
I could pass up where they at with just a fifth of my brain
I'm hearin' what they sayin', they say the kid is insane
I'm back in my bag 'n' the shit got static engraved
Seen it all, opened my eyes
Why's it all so soulless
In my bag, can't steal my shine
Can't stop where we're goin'
Seen it all, opened my eyes
Why's it all so soulless
In my bag, can't steal my shine
Can't stop where we're goin'
Why's it all so soulless
In my bag, can't steal my shine
Can't stop where we're goin'
Seen it all, opened my eyes
Why's it all so soulless
In my bag, can't steal my shine
Can't stop where we're goin'
I put in work, tryin' to change my life
Perspectives always switchin', seein' things in a different light
Everything just ain't so black and white
But if you keep on fuckin' hatin' then I must be doin' somethin' right
Tryna capture lightning, I might snap
Righteous, keep the squad tight knit, that's a fact
Unsightly, foes scatter when I grip a mic
Test me, this ain't no game boy, you playin' with your life, uh
You don't know me, tell me why you make assumptions
Been doin' this for a minute, I know I'm onto somethin'
Stopped concerning myself with the thoughts of others
Now I'm learnin' to love myself, not hiding under covers, uh
Can't expose an open book, I won't hide
Since birth I been the realest motherfucker alive
A lotta shit within myself I've come to realize
Don't trust a fuckin' soul no more, so keep it quiet, shhh
Seen it all, opened my eyes
Why's it all so soulless
In my bag, can't steal my shine
Can't stop where we're goin'
Seen it all, opened my eyes
Why's it all so soulless
In my bag, can't steal my shine
Can't stop where we're goin' (Look, Static, uh, uh)
I'm in my bag 'n' you can't steal my shine
I'm-a fall four times and then I stand up five
Actin' solid boy I promise that these hands gon' fly
I'm-a knock 'em to the bottom I'm a stand-up guy, look
Take a roll call, roll it first 'n' then I'm rockin' shit
Call up on the ball and take the spurs up like I'm Popovich
On the D, approach my team 'n' Durkin up I'm stopping it
Smokin' weed, so much green I pop 'n' stop apocalypse
Bumpin' Pac 'n' shit, hit 'em up 'n' then I'm coppin' it
Ain't no stopping it, fisticuffs if I not been sick
You can hate the music but the hustle ain't no knocking it
It's Static makin' magic when I pop up bet I'm shocking shit
Give a fuck 'bout what they say, all the critics are lame
I could pass up where they at with just a fifth of my brain
I'm hearin' what they sayin', they say the kid is insane
I'm back in my bag 'n' the shit got static engraved
Seen it all, opened my eyes
Why's it all so soulless
In my bag, can't steal my shine
Can't stop where we're goin'
Seen it all, opened my eyes
Why's it all so soulless
In my bag, can't steal my shine
Can't stop where we're goin'
Credits
Writer(s): Damon Quinn
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