[Verse 1: Pdot O]
\nMind over matter nothing's impossible, I'm so close
\nFuck what you heard until they bury me we live long
\nFuck being piss-poor, we keep going
\nFeet swollen, break through the industry with nothing but a sick song
\nOops pardon me, call a bitch to swallow me
\n40 degrees [?] shit I'ma pass out
\nI'm loco, straight cook, man you niggas so slow
\nPull my zipper down proceed to watch your bitch slow blow
\nThey so so, pardon the swag as I slow boast
\nFlow dope, la cook coke, give her that good stroke, shit
\nOkay I'm straying again
\nP being a gentleman I walk through niggas stand still like they mannequins
\nFuck y'all if you don't feel me, I'm finna kill b!
\nSlick words jump out the mouth before I kill-switch, before I kill-switch
\nI'm Michael Knight with the black kick, Nelson Mandela with the black fist
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\n[Hook: M2kane]
\nPlease don't wait till it's too late (Mm)
\nPlease don't wait for me to break (No)
\nYou been playing with the kid
\nWell I been laying on the brick
\nI can not fear now
\nSuch a long way down
\nAin't no way I'll quit
\nAin't no way I won't shine
\nAin't no way I won't shine (No, no, no)
\nAin't no way I won't shine
\nAin't no way I won't, ain't no way I won't, ain't no way I won't shine
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\n[Verse 2: Captain]
\nI been digging
\nEvery word a symbol of irreversible chiselling
\nBirthed with the pen swinging so firm and consistent
\nTwisting and swerving, the wrist resemble the working division
\nThe stroke and the grip is perfect, learn, listen
\nBut you choose to chirp from a distance
\nYou lurk in those murky waters submerging your wishes
\nYou merge with your muddy thoughts and its [?]
\nIt's hurting your bloody conscience and burning your wisdom
\nThere ain't no way for me to break
\nYou niggas call me fam but there's no way you can relate
\nCause you been contemplating some ways that you could verbally restrain
\nI'll just deposit all the hate and stick a dosage in my veins, fuel
\nCome on, I dare all of you to step to the dude
\nI will dissect all your dreams and bury 'em all in a tomb
\nYou thought that you could stomach the defeat until you met the tummy ache inside the belly of the beast
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\n[Verse 3: Rinnie Pizzle]
\nPure opulence
\nTop to date, I'm popping indoctrinate them on topics I opt to weigh in
\nNot for naethang, I'm basing this plot to phase in, the fam [?]
\nAmen, one-third of a holy trinity, a god in three persons gods with these verses
\nA beast perfect with the speech, I keeps working
\nI overstand, dummies is shooken for they don't understand
\nFuck your podiums and plaudits I'll forfeit way before I forge for clicks with you frauds bitch (Yessir!)
\nI'm straight illin' let me illustrate
\nI bait a killer then I kill a debate, that's bilateral symmetry (Tell a friend)
\nIt's wizardry with the pen
\nHow the fuck y'all figured y'all reeling my spirit in?
\nCelebrate the roses we compose shit and note foes froze in their poses I'm ghost bitch
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\n[Hook: M2kane]
\nPlease don't wait till it's too late (Mm)
\nPlease don't wait for me to break (No)
\nYou been playing with the kid
\nWell I been laying on the brick
\nI can not fear now
\nSuch a long way down
\nAin't no way I'll quit
\nAin't no way I won't shine
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\n[Verse 4: M2kane]
\nNever gonna die, never gonna die
\nAlways touch the sky, always touch the sky
\nG's never testify, always down to ride
\nKings never die, kings never die
\nAlways on my king shit
\nAlways plotting and scheming to get the 'dibs quick
\nEvery song that we drop feel like the next hit
\nAlways feel it coming every motherfucking weekend
\nSwim in the deep end
\nFuck who don't listen
\nThe plot will keep twisting
\nWe gon' keep grinding
\nThe team gon' keep winning
\nThe throne will always be mine
\nThe wheel will keep spinning
\nThese rappers ain't shit, my phone keep ringing
\nRappers hitting me up asking for a 16
\nGot the game win and shut like when Jordan won a sixth ring
\nI'm on to big things
\nTry to keep up, like that show on E!
\nI'll be damned if I let a rapper body me
\nAll the beats that I jump on certified deceased
\nOrenthal James on the beat
\nI ain't playing when I speak
\nAlways murder the beat
\nI got the stars on my mind and the world at my feet
\nYoung!\n\n
