Born to Shine (feat. Run The Jewels)

I walk in, Ric Flair-in', long fur coat wearin'

Rolex rockin', silk shirt wearin'

Silk socks, and balls need to breathe

So bitch, the drawers cotton

'Cause you gon' suck me when you leave

In a big Benzo, on Lorenzos

With your homegirl LaQuinta

Who said she never did but she would try it

And now she higher than the fuckin' Hyatt

She jet-settin', Moët-in', the God blesses

Against him prospers no weapon, champagnin'

Campaignin', gator shoes, high steppin'

My dopey eyes just hide behind my Dita frame

I heard this **** say he don't like me, well he the lame

It's not your fault, baby

We were just here, born to shine

I walk with a spot on me, my life's a sax solo

The neon sign fritz when I pass in all slo-mo

You don't give the nod, you'd rather not even know me

'Cause even me existin' is killin' your bitch mojo

I dance like a JoJo on blow, cut a rug to a hole

Polo undies got my nuts in a choke

I'm often stuck in a smoke

The jukebox cut on without coins

I'm a magical bloke

I'll barracuda you chum for the simple fact

That you don't know how to float

Another tragedy aborted, I'm a bad news bear, babe

I'm armed with a hanger of coats, you get poked

Now your mom's got a new lease on life, a new hope

It's not your fault, baby

We were just here, born to shine

A **** like me just pull up

Flight club, foreign or domestic

International player but also locally respected

Savannah, chillin', pimpin', drippin', and stankin' like the deuce do

Since baby need them Pampers and that Laker needed them new shoe

Make 'em call me BB King

Because I give that bitch the blues

Now she down on bended knee

Because she wanna lick the jewels

And I'm slick, 'bout to run up in her smooth with this dick

Take a couple polaroids to capture the mo-moment

Now she's caught up in the rapture of this mackin'

Where your ho went?

In the back of the Cadillac, she gaggin'

Ass and titties showin'

As a matter of fact, I'm about to splash her

With this Billy Ocean

And watch her rub it on her face

I call it Johnson's baby lotion

It's not your fault, baby

We were just here, born to shine

Kill Bill-in' this whole damn house

And shine

Steppin' on you fuckboy clowns

And shine

Hey, I'm like Mr. Brown

And shine

I'm moonwalkin', wanna kiss myself

And shine

Shine

Hugh Heff-in' all our bithces out

And shine

Shine

Shine

Shine

Shine