Shining E

Yeah. Here we go. Yeah. You will see in time. I'm a diamond, I'm just shining, Shining. I'm just grinding Yeah. Illuminate the shadow of death with God body. G-Wagon, wide body. Willie Johnson, nigga, I don't see nobody. Hoes on my johnson, not 'cause I'm a somebody. Psst, beat it. I'm moonwalking to that check 'cause I need it. Nigga, I been progressing, Not receding. Two bitches in my bed, dawg, It feel like Heaven, so what the fuck is A demon? I came from the cement like White Chalk. Homicides after dark. Wasn't supposed to see 25, but I came far. Ain't shit far-fetched, my dawg. I can put you where I'm on if you Want. Promise to never get no lame niggas involved. Penny pinching, I ain't with it, bitch, I'm tryna Blow a pension. Fists full of blue hundreds, Niggas think I'm tripping. Navy blue Porsche down The lodge, I be dripping. Probably securing the bag, then take it back to Flip it. I'll show you how to double up, Nigga, but you can't fumble up. Shut your mouth or get muzzled up. You will see in time. I'm a diamond, I'm just grinding, Grinding down. Uh. This for my people in the back, struggle to Keep it legal when they stack. Rolling in the Regal sipping 'gnac. In the Regal with a MAC, and we keep It regal with the tracks. King shit, married it is, the ring fits. Jumping the broom, center stage running my tunes. You clowns wouldn't bust a balloon. Y'all know the hustler's tool will hustle the room. In the background, forest fires on half a pound. They try to play me like a joke, who's Laughing now? If I'm there, just know it's cash Around. Go-getter that the old man passed me down. Genetics, don't go against my code of ethics. Or get a suit, pine box, and a rosary Necklace. When they put us in the game, they Closed the deficit. Now we winning, a new beginning. Will see in time. I'm a diamond, I'm just grinding, Grinding I bet you Martin Luther King ain't even Dream like me. It's a blessing making it out, Seeing the things I seen. Crown on my inner wrist, it's obvious I'm a King. More like a novelist, politics ain't my thing. Polished whips, rich off rap and scholarships. Y'all still going broke over designer shit? Trying to fit in, that shit for the kids. What's common sense? Stacking dead presidents 'til You in a box under six. Underneath the bullshit, real niggas still exist. And to top it off, nigga, I'm the shit. This is for them days we worked the graveyard Shift. A born hustler, I was raised like this.