SHINE // CRASH NEBULA Lyrics

From one human to another

I ain't talkin bout no signs shawty, when ya hear me saying that the stars aligned

I ain't talkin bout no lime, nigga I'm the light can't you see I'm born to shine

Y'all too caught in the likes, the hype, what who think is right, not bright

Or maybe more so ill advised. Just give me the light, bitch you keep the shine

Uh, uh

Give me the light and I'm making a way

Passed me the torch, they can't take it away

You had a light but it's fading away

This generation I'm saving the day

All while I'm baked I be taking the cake

Life is a gamble, I'm making some shake

All in the face of awaiting my fate

What should I say?

Ain't much to talk about these days

Ain't much to smile about these days

Ain't much to laugh about these days

I just been lapping em these days

I been out rapping em these days

I just can't fathom shit these days

Losing more happiness these days

Yeah, yeah

Vengeance on my mind

For all the times you felt inclined

To shit on any affirmations given from the confines of my mind

Slow ascension to my prime

While I watch you boys decline

It's all fine

I ain't talkin bout no signs shawty, when ya hear me saying that the stars aligned

I ain't talkin bout no lime, nigga I'm the light can't you see I'm born to shine

Y'all too caught in the likes, the hype, what who think is right, not bright

Maybe more so ill advised. Just give me the light, bitch you keep the shine

Uh, uh

Give me the light and I'm making a way

Passed me the torch, they can't take it away

You had a light but it's fading away

This generation I'm saving the day

All while I'm baked I be taking the cake

Life is a gamble, I'm making sum shake

All in the face of awaiting my fate

Uh, yeah

The comp is comedic relief

Or maybe it's bringing me grief

Asking myself what they hear in the shit that they say cause it really ain't speaking to me

Niggas ain't bout half the shit they confessing on wax but it's really no secret to me

I want the crown, you can't keep it from me

Yeah

I can show ya how to shine, light the beam

Out at Golden 1, I'm the golden one 1, he's the king

Kiss of death, if I ever play my tape. Kiss the ring

Name in they mouth, guess it keep em fresh like listerine

In the future tell me nigga what you can see?

Sorry mama it's still fuck a degree

Why invest in debt for payments that cheap

Just to make these petty thousands a weak

Barely pay the rent and food that I eat

Nepotism wouldn't be so obscene

Need a lil light to show how I gleam

Can I show you how to get your shine on

Got the shawties tellin DJ's turn this up, it's my song

Need the label pendant flooded out with every milestone

Couldn't call on niggas then so guess who get the dial tone

I ain't talkin bout no signs shawty, when ya hear me saying that the stars aligned

I ain't talkin bout no lime, nigga I'm the light can't you see I'm born to shine

Y'all too caught in the likes, the hype, what who think is right, not bright

Maybe more so ill advised. Just give me the light, bitch you keep the shine

Uh, uh

Give me the light and I'm making a way

Passed me the torch, they can't take it away

You had a light but it's fading away

This generation I'm saving the day

All while I'm baked I be taking the cake

Life is a gamble, I'm making sum shake

All in the face of awaiting my fate

Yeah

Okay

Have you seeing stars like nebula, I crash

When I crash, I hop out the whip like let's go get a bag

Get the bag. Hit and run, it's not insured when I smash

It's a smash, dope inside these raps like I been flipping halves

Flippin shit

Crash out

Crash out

Crash out

Crash out

Crash out

Crash out

Crash out

Crash

Niggas say they wanna rap

Why would they go and do that

They want a piece of the lime, this shit is all mine, they hear to distract

I been top of the line time after time with little reacts

Put some respect on my craft bitch

Most these niggas ain't bout shit

Most these bitches ain't bout shit

Smokin on killer no Auschwitz

New brain dead on my outfit

Linked lil shorty like round 6

She want score, this hoe down 6

I came up, ain't been down since

I got deep cuts on the link

Shawty got an ass like a pic she posing on the sink

Money flowing out the back like I'm whippin stolen Brinks

Imagine where I'd be if I had given fucks to what you think

Have you seeing stars like nebula, I crash

When I crash, I hop out the whip like let's go get a bag

Get the bag. Hit and run, it's not insured when I smash

It's a smash, dope inside these raps like I been flipping halves

Flippin shit

Crash out

Crash out

Crash out

Crash out

Crash out

Crash out

Crash out

Crash