Keith Horne - Overshine lyrics

* hidden track after "The Worst" [Sticky Fingaz] Follow my footsteps, used to ante up for a nickel sack From Vange Hill to Moon, you touch me, I got to get you back Roll in the stolen V's with he-ho chase you Cop a six months time, and 3 years probation Repeat offender, bender, no retreat, no surrender I'm the number one contender I got a new game plan, strictly sportin name brand Layin in the pound hunted, floatin through your town blunted On some sh** that give you burnt throats Amputated all the turn coats, and get cremated Never been B-rated, my 5 plated, is how I dead fights I have your family driving in the daytime wit they head lights [Hook: All City] (Keep Shinin)I'm daily thinkin of a life gleamin That life we in, how to obtain, and what's the meanin (Keep on Shinin)The fact that cash rules, these last days We the last crews, my present wars and my past crews (Keep Shinin)True soldier, no matter the goal We gettin closer, for b**h a** n***as, it's just about over I'm in it for the long haul, this goes out (Keep on Shinin)To all my true livin dogs and my 'so-called' [Fredro Starr] Don't talk about it, make it happ' Don't fake it chap The Hennessy act, got you light gat You wanna block, trying to hold a nine Son you livin on my time, don't try to Overshine Play your p, play your position I stay with G, stay on a mission Precisely, good, wit game I'm nicely Shifftee son, still shiesty You in your eight fifty, ridin shotgun If you can count your money, you ain't got none And b**hes beat they game tight Baby, get the name right, see G. comin, like a train light And n***as be don pretending But I'm armed and bendin, so they can get the John Lennon Hundred dollar gator players Silk shirts and champagne, don't know a thing about the damn game [Hook] [Sonsee] My artistic creation, or decoration will set the nation With infestation of lyric lacin, for all occasions Engagements and events, for big dollars and cents Makin n***as past tense, it's consequence All I see around me, makes up the place But if you don't hold down your space, you quickly get erased Don't waste a thought, thinkin I ain't Gon' be bringin the goods and grands home Till my body's dead and stinkin Watch as I back draft, on the last cla**, I trap, crash Catch the hash flash, when I puff the black wrath Learn the slicks of the trade, to be self made Those who slept, stay where they started and got played [Hook]