Gon' Shine (feat. Julia Easterlin & Ab Soarin)

I Been clutching on to 40 dollars My baby screaming now the debt collector tryna holler Bus rider dreaming of impalas worried bout tomorrow Kinda minding my own business But drama follow no matter what I Doo-doo This is survival my dude If I play nice Imma lose I will survive as I choose Lately there's nothing that's cool I just like reciting lyrics that could knock a tooth loose Mighty healthy Bout to eat the beats like they was couscous Feeling like I am a strange fruit struggling to get the noose loose It's the truth that life is so Cold cold I been tryna find the meaning of life but you been distracted by the GLD GLD GLD Tell these niggas I don't need a beat I'm finna bang my head and rock & roll roll roll Stop and take second Feast your eyes upon the pretty brother called Moe Pope All these haters All these haters Looking at me but I'm finding my quotes all in their throat Floating like I'm underneath the boat I'm in the chains I'm losing hope I'm tryna find the silver lining tho I'm telling mother fuckers everythaaang I been saying saying shit that they don't want know This ain't my first rodeo Look at my portfolio I been flowing For a long time I been dope a long time ago Give me a mic and I go He ain't a joke Ain't many I can't handle Spray my lyrics like a vandal Basquait with the Samo I'm looking good at any angle I'm looking good at any angle I'm Gon' Shine They Gon' Shine He Gon' Shine We Gon' Shine They Gon' Shine... Allstar I'm Gon' Shine He Gon' Shine She Gon' Shine We Gon' Shine They Gon' Shine... Allstar I'm Gon' Shine He Gon' Shine She Gon' Shine We Gon' Shine They Gon' Shine I'm Gon' Shine He Gon' Shine She Gon' Shine We Gon' Shine They Gon' Shine... Allstar Yeah yeah Flyest nigga on the train Air forces gold chain Leaf fulla propane My feet running thru brains Thoughts running thru minds I'm losin my own time to time I came from the mud but I shine Pour a cup roll some bud and recline It's AB Soarin next in line Make you put it in rewind Put a tingle in ya spine Phone ringing for da dimes Trouble follow boi just chase the money you'll be fine I'm observin all the lies Tell you what it is that's something you don't wanna know Lyrics cuttin at ya throat It's just me and STL GLD Moe let em know I'm just blowin thru the smoke Elevate your mind tryna see where it can go I don't leave my feet tho Ten toes down gotta stay in beast mode I don't get no sleep bro Sleeping on me see me in ya dreams woke Boi you know these streets cold It'll leave ya heart froze keep the heat close All star team flow I need a trophy for this Ain't nothing doper than this I need Chaufer for this To ride round the city and tell him to Turn this shit all the way up in the whip I'll be burning it up in this bitch Its a beautiful view thru this tint I smoke two and maneuver I don't need a shooter cause bullets is all that I spit I promise that all of em hit I pray to Allah and repent I'll go to mosh with this shit Ain't nothing harder than this My nigga I'm starving for this From the bottom we started this shit I'm Gon' Shine They Gon' Shine He Gon' Shine We Gon' Shine They Gon' Shine... Allstar I'm Gon' Shine He Gon' Shine She Gon' Shine We Gon' Shine They Gon' Shine... Allstar I'm Gon' Shine He Gon' Shine She Gon' Shine We Gon' Shine They Gon' Shine I'm Gon' Shine He Gon' Shine She Gon' Shine We Gon' Shine They Gon' Shine Allstar