Born to Shine

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]

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 draws 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 as she higher than the fuckin' Hyatt

She jet settin', Moët'n, the God blesses

Against him prospers no weapon, champaignin'

Campaignin', gator shoes high steppin'

My dopey eyes just hide behind my Dita frames

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

[Chorus 1: Sarah Barthel]

It's not your fault, baby

We were just here born to shine

[Verse 2: El-P]

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 killing your bitch mojo

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

Polo undies got my nuts in a choke

I'm often stuck in the 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’ll get poked

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

[Chorus 1: Sarah Barthel]

It's not your fault, baby

We were just here born to shine

[Verse 3: Big Boi]

A nigga like me just pull up, flight club, foreign or domestic

International player but also locally respected

Savannah Chitlin pimpin', drippin', and stankin' like the juice do

Since baby needed pampers and that Laker needed them new shoe

Make 'em call me B.B. 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 'bout to splash her with this Billy Ocean

And watch her rub it on her face, I call it Johnson's baby lotion

[Chorus 2: Sarah Barthel]

It's not your fault, baby

We were just here born to shine

Kill Bill-in' up this whole damn house and shine

Steppin' over you fuck boy clowns and shine

Hey! Like Mr. Brown and shine

I'm moonwalkin', wanna kiss myself and shine

Hugh Heffin' all your bitches out and shine

[Outro: Sarah Barthel]

Shine

Shine

Shine

Shine