Thriller Music

Ain't no hero ain't no saint, aye I'm moving masters to the bank, aye My hands together giving thanks, aye You know I'm focused shootin straight, aye It's always love it's never hate, aye We lock it in and it's a date, aye Whiskey straight more my taste, aye Its either excellent or great, aye This journey feeling more like fate, aye You know my drive I never brake, aye Give my word I never flake, aye I never rush it Nova pace, yeah I'm bring the horses to the lake, aye Yeah there's enough for us to drink, yeah You know I'm loyal till the grave, aye I'm not the same I know I changed And brothers fight like it's Undertaker Kane, yeah What was a moment is a grudge inside the grave, yeah Course you always want the credit not the blame, yeah I'll leave my mark before I die I'm like a stain, yeah Crossing T's, dot ya I's, I say a prayer, aye If it ain't the vibe of love you gotta stay away I know the face, but I also know what haters say Understand it lil youngin this is pay to play I'm independent but I'm flexing in a major way I ain't selfish, I ain't greedy, I ain't sharing lanes Lost Boy, all I'm missing is a pair of fangs Forget a circus, I'm a lion who was never tamed Hate it when I love the victim ima have to slay You call my phone, fam I'm busy, you gon have to wait No complaints, no revealing sacrifices made It's early morning, Nova's up, I never sit and wait Got it straight? Legends, legends Legends, legends Fliers up, I gotta headline I'm Shannon Sharp, that's no problem When they see me they don't gotta ask They already know, I got em On deck like a pro skater Money first then the hoes later Set in stone, can't reverse the role I done seen a nigga sell his soul Goddamn it's a damn shame I don't take shots but I can aim MG still the campaign Name poppin with the champagne A lot of moves I done made On and off stage Man, I done lost count A verse will tell you what I just did Might rock your world if I show you how Nowadays I need the fee first Plus the points on the back end They talk the numbers They don't do the math A lot of rappers just rappin One foot in this rap shit Right hand I held the cannon with My niggas on some Eli Manning shit You better recognize who you standing with Other the hand still trappin By any means, it gotta happen So tip your hat to a real one They say they real, I don't feel none Same shit, everything new The know it all's ain't got a clue I do it if I feel like it They just doing what they gotta do Legends, legends Legends, legends