Shine

[Intro]

Just shine your light on the world

So shine your light on the world

No matter anywhere you go, keep

Shining your light on the world

Don't let the money make you thirsty

Don't even let it be your goal

Just let it come and keep on working

And shine your light on them hoes

Cause I'm the hardest nigga out here

I'd rather die than live while I fear

I know I got to be down here

To shine my light on them hoes ('Cause I got)

Hardest nigga out here

I'd rather starve than live while I fear

I feel like God sent me down here

To shine my light on them hoes

[Verse 1]

Lost in the world when me and my girlfriend meet, bless you

You know they say "if you fucked her and she didn't cum

And you came, then she fucked you"

We squeeze first, nigga these ain't rebuttals

These street sweepers, we dump til he jump brooms

Like these nuptials, in the D where dreams come true

This is the the story of a man who's trying to break his doubts

Down like his cases count

Obsessive compulsive counting dough

Making sure all the numbers on the inside

And all the faces out

Lawyers on retainers like they braces out

Say my name wrong, I make you taste your mouth

Money come, money go

Get it but don't splurge it

Your boy's greed and war's needs

Got their own purpose

There's more than four speeds on that Porsche Turbo

It's sitting on four G's like my phone service

I'm out here trapping, but this here's sincere rapping

Dear assassin, you can't kill a signed and sealed classic

Gazelles and Bill Blasses, snake skin troops

Reptile enemies X'd out is what make men true

I'm blacking just like Jamaicans do

I'm running long side your coupe

Tapping guns upon your Wrathe window

Like Ox in Belly, got more Glocks and cellies

Than New Yorks got blocks and delis

Cops and boxes of pirellis, their doors' ajar

Exposing  my Maserati's guts

And that's what got you jelly

The car I'm driving got a pot belly

[Chorus]

I'm out here trapping

With this here sincere rapping

I've been shooting straight

Since two inch tape

This is for real classic

And getting money was never part of my goals

It just came along with me shining my light on them hoes

I've been out here trapping

With this here sincere rap

For fifteen years, I ain't leaving here without a classic

I get money, get money money dough

All I came to do is shine my light on them hoes

[Verse 2]

Hip-hop is my house; watch these philosophies win

Around artists I stand out like I locked my keys in

I forgot my goal at twenty-three was make a classic

Walk away like Tiger with my nine iron then take the master's

They say that you get what you ask for

Well, I asked to be left alone with my pen, pad and passport

This ain't no rags-to-rich brag shit

In fact, it's more close to being a rich to rags story

The fabric I'm cut from's the most genuine article mankind offers

I'm like an underground landmine talking

For Storch, Hammer & Antoine Walker

And your boy's a tampon

In every store, I'm anti-corporate

Highest exalted, call me commercial? I'm highly insulted

This is Royce da 5'9", mind body and soul shit

All I have on this fucking globe is my shotty and flow

I'd rather let the coroner outline my body in chalk

Than let the fans order me 'round the clock and buy me in bulk

[Chorus]

I'm out here trapping

With this here sincere rapping

I've been shooting straight

Since two inch tape

This is for real classic

And getting money was never part of my goals

It just came along with me shining my light on them hoes

I've been out here trapping

With this here sincere rap

For fifteen years, I ain't leaving here without a classic

I get money, get money money dough

All I came to do is shine my light on them hoes

[Verse 3]

We move in silence, y'all ain't hearing us coming

I was sent by God to provide that imperial sonnage

Ya'll assembly line of rhymers really don't want it

I'll eat you for breakfast, one by one I got ya'll serial numbers

I'm about to send a tweet out to my nigga Styles

Tell him he got the juice now

Call my OG Scarface, talk some boxing with him

Perhaps these new clowns, politic perhaps

About a new him and Royce track

I'm feeling like D to the O to the C

When he got his voice back

Ha, I'm feeling like Cube in a fresh El Camino

Rolling key low g rolling through Detroit's back

Streets waving to all my people

I'm feeling more at home than Reese Taylor

This are what memories are made of

I remember each grudge, each favor

Each lie, each judge, each bailiff

Each job, cheap labor

Each neighbor, each caper

Each Mosque, each Church

Each pastor, pew, and casket

Each future bastard double dutching  through the madness, singing:

[Outro]

Just shine your light on the world

So shine your light on the world

No matter anywhere you go, kid

Shining your light on the world

Don't let the money make you thirsty

Don't even let it be your goal

Just let it come and keep on working

And shine your light on the hoes

Cause I'm the hardest nigga out here

I'd rather die than live while I fear

I know I got to be down here

To shine my light on them hoes

Hardest nigga out here

I'd rather starve than live while I fear

I feel like God sent me down here

To shine my light on them hoes