Still Shine!
Diamonds shine I don't need a light
I been getting to the bands
I'm a darkstar, but I still shine
I ain't gon' lie and say that we friends
Everything good gon' come to an end
That's why I don't wanna be up in the spotlight
All my niggas bangin' red like stop signs
(Ha), real DFN shit
I got black and white diamonds, apartheid
I'm a darkstar, so come to the dark side
I'm finna pour up
And that bitch she be claiming she part of mine
But she just a whore, yeah
I got money, need more
This a Lamb' truck bitch, it ain't Honda Accord
No I don't skate but I remember when I was bored
She call me baby I needa abort
Real dope fiend, it's the type that you snort
I'm off the drugs I treat it like a sport
And I been ballin', I don't need a court
He ain't got no money his money short
(I'm already knowing that nigga money short)
(I'm already knowing that nigga ain't got no dough)
(I'm already knowing that nigga ain't got no hoes)
(I'm already knowing, I swear to God)
(I'm already knowing)
I fell in love with the Wock'
I fell in love with the Tris
Why this codeine in my tone?
I'm into the drug shit
I fell in love with drugs bitch
Free Gunna and free Thug bitch
You know I'm slimey like a slug
Put a shell in his back, he a snail
Yeah my partner gon' send you to hell
We was shipping them packs through the mail
That mean I'm on my Bezos shit
AR-15 it got range in this bitch
Big boy watch, I went plain in this bitch
I'm finna take off like a plane in this bitch
I been getting to the bands
I'm a darkstar, but I still shine
I ain't gon' lie and say that we friends
Everything good gon' come to an end
That's why I don't wanna be up in the spotlight
All my niggas bangin' red like stop signs
(Ha), real DFN shit
I got black and white diamonds, apartheid
I'm a darkstar, so come to the dark side
I'm finna pour up
And that bitch she be claiming she part of mine
But she just a whore, yeah
I got money, need more
This a Lamb' truck bitch, it ain't Honda Accord
No I don't skate but I remember when I was bored
She call me baby I needa abort
Real dope fiend, it's the type that you snort
I'm off the drugs I treat it like a sport
And I been ballin', I don't need a court
He ain't got no money his money short
(I'm already knowing that nigga money short)
(I'm already knowing that nigga ain't got no dough)
(I'm already knowing that nigga ain't got no hoes)
(I'm already knowing, I swear to God)
(I'm already knowing)
I fell in love with the Wock'
I fell in love with the Tris
Why this codeine in my tone?
I'm into the drug shit
I fell in love with drugs bitch
Free Gunna and free Thug bitch
You know I'm slimey like a slug
Put a shell in his back, he a snail
Yeah my partner gon' send you to hell
We was shipping them packs through the mail
That mean I'm on my Bezos shit
AR-15 it got range in this bitch
Big boy watch, I went plain in this bitch
I'm finna take off like a plane in this bitch
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Writer(s): Nnamdi Anaba
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