A New Way To Shine

[Chorus] I got a lot of choices, but you the one I want I could have anyone I pick, I'm tryna line 'em up I thought one anyone in here, but now it's stuck I only had one, now I got a pile of 'em Pile of 'em, pile of 'em, now I got a pile of 'em Got them bitches showin' off, my crib look like a talent show Half them bitches goin' off, the other half know how to roll Pile of 'em, pile of em, now I got a pile of 'em [Verse 1] Next shroom I take, eight hours I'm gon' be awake I'm fully baked, you get high then you speak my language What you say, I heat up this plate Take J's to the face, shrooms middle of day Used to like cheap shit 'til I elevated her taste Say she like freak shit, so I put my hand on her waist Like rough shit, roll up backwoods, she a tough bitch Well, I'm gon' put her on papers Her nigga outside, he can't get in Don't do anything to save her They ain't rollin' up kush like Cap When I pull up my bag, got flavors I'm runnin' my bag up like a casino, nigga, I'm runnin' the tables Man, they don't really want it with bruh If you want in the summer, it's us I'm the supplier, you need the fire You know they coming to us [Chorus] I got a lot of choices, but you the one I want I could have anyone I pick, I'm tryna line them up I thought one anyone in here, but now it's stuck I only had one, now I got a pile of 'em Pile of 'em, pile of 'em, now I got a pile of 'em Got them bitches showin' off, my crib look like a talent show Half them bitches goin' off, the other half know how to roll Pile of 'em, pile of em, now I got a pile of 'em [Verse 2] I'm to the point, I don't even pass You might wanna bring your inhaler 'cause you'll probably need it No rookie here, I'm a seasoned vet Sweet flowers the only thing you smell 'cause this weed is seedless I'm rollin' up, I don't need a reason Sixth sense startin' to kick in, I can't even see shit You can't party with my gang, you on the D-list Smoke one with Cap, her life's completed Make sure my rig is the cleanest, swingin' my dreads like I'm Jesus She wanna wear my jersey, it's real nigga season Tell her to take some shrooms, that liquor be turnin' her evil Time to get out of your feelings I don't got time for no demons [Chorus] I got a lot of choices, but you the one I want I could have anyone I pick, I'm tryna line them up I thought one anyone in here, but now it's stuck I only had one, now I got a pile of 'em Pile of 'em, pile of 'em, now I got a pile of 'em Got them bitches showin' off, my crib look like a talent show Half them bitches goin' off, the other half know how to roll Pile of 'em, pile of em, now I got a pile of 'em