Shine

Just shine your light on the world
 So shine your light on the world
 No matter anywhere you go, kid
 Just shine 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 a life of 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 a life of fear
 I feel like God sent me down here
 To shine my light on them hoes
 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 [?] shoes, 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 the faces out
 Lawyers on retainers like they braces out
 Say my name I make you taste your mouth
 Money come and money goes
 Get it but don't spurge it
 Your boys greed and these war's need
 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
 Cuz L's and bill blasts, snake skin troops
 Reptile enemies ex-styled is what make men true
 I'm blacking just like Jamaicans do
 I'm running long side your coupe
 Tapping guns on your Wrathe window
 Like ox and belly, got more blocks and cellies
 Than New Yorks got blocks and delis
 Cops and box 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
 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 the 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 she my light on them hoes
 Hip-hop is my house; watch these philosophies win
 Around artists I stand out like I locked my keys in
 I forgot my goal to 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
 Forks, torch, hammer and Antwan walking
 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 in 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
 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 the 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 she my light on them hoes
 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 Stylez
 Tell him he got the juice now
 Call my OG Scarface, talking about 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, cheep labor
 Each labor, each caper
 Each Mosque, each Church
 Each pastor, pew, and casket
 Each future bastard double douching through the madness singing:
 Just shine your light on the world
 So shine your light on the world
 No matter anywhere you go, kid
 Just shine 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 a life of 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 a life of fear
 I feel like God sent me down here
 To shine my light on them hoes