E.S.G. - Gotta Shine lyrics

(*talking*) Yeah motherf**er, huh Guess y'all n***as, thought a n***a forgot Yeah it ain't over huh, catch you unexpected You know how we do it, Fred T Long V representative in this b**h, E.S.G What it do baby, appreciate the love J.P. on the motherf**ing track, this how we put it down baby This our time to shine, put it in they face [Hook] I gotta shine, (gotta shine) Like a motherf**ing star, I gotta grind (gotta grind) Got pyrexes jelly jars, I got a nine (got a nine) My n***as strapped with A-R's, I'm down with crime (down with crime) You don't wanna go to war, I gotta shine (gotta shine) Like a motherf**ing star, I gotta grind (gotta grind) Got pyrexes jelly jars, I got a nine (got a nine) My n***as strapped with A-R's, I'm down with crime (it's our time) You don't wanna go to war [Fred T] Man it's packed up in this b**h, sipping yack up in this b**h Twisting sacks up in this b**h, pushing sacks up in this b**h Better back up in this b**h, cause the mack up in this b**h So relax up on this b**h, before I clap up in this b**h f** a rap I really spit, in your trap or at your b**h Wanna act up in this b**h, rat-a-tat up in this b**h Bring a hat up in this b**h, wanna scrap don't give a sh** Peel your cap diminishing, family friends and anything f** your spouse she give me brain, that tramp your main thang Like a name that ain't playing, she usually know what I'm saying Lyrics lead you to your coffin, losing laws in the process We got techs, so hire your hood it ain't different in my projects Better stop that, 'fore I lick up shots and split you where your top at I doubt that, you make it alive, when chopper chop it Your now black, that hoe you trying to play me for I'm not So p**y pop off at the mouth, and where you bump is where you ride at [Hook] [E.S.G.] 4's shine like the sun on the clearest day, this be the year y'all n***as'll pay Gutter ball that's all I play, better get a hail men and gaurd your face h*mo n***as be plexing mayn, wanna snatch my necklace mayn Jealous cause the Hummer sit big, on them Edgerrin James Need a calico to protect my K, this be the land of the free and brave Record label like a underground railroad, this be the year I free the slaves Shotgun pump is called a gauge, put you on that front page Make it bust just like puss, like I did your b**h in the face Name getting known in any state, let em know who in the place Slow me down and Screw me up, but a n***a like me gon win the race Speaking of Screw, R.I.P. you know I got this The war is at the trap, backstreet Ben Wallace My boots they ain't ostrich, or snake skin b**h they still told, to kick a jacker face in Yeah shine like a prism or glitter do, cross my path get rid of you Ain't you Blood or cuz I ain't kin to you, when they talk about the best they don't consider you [Hook] [Fred T] b**h say it to my face n***a, put you in your place n***a Put you out of space n***a, put p**y in your face n***a Put you in replace Jigga, b**h you ain't no 'Face n***a Naw it's Cube or Mase n***a, three-two a case n***a One-two or eight n***a, monkey chimp or ape n***a f**ed around and get raped n***a, who that there with hate n***a Not prejudice but I hate n***as, plastic and nickle plate n***a Drastic if you fake n***a, I know I cook a cake n***a [E.S.G.] Fred T-E.S.G., even with no deal we k** the streets k** the tracks we k** the beats, got the DNA of a wilderbeast Stomp with my chain like Baby n***a, been in this game like Jay-Z n***a Wolverine I'm a freestyle king, but you b**hes gon have to pay me n***a Hit em with the tech with a pump with a Glock, AK get shot everybody gon drop Climb to the top now my shine wanna stop, when I find your spot the nine gon pop (*talking*) Know I'm tal'n bout, it's going motherf**ing me down n***a New rules for 0-6, we in this b**h we gotta shine [Hook]