Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shine, artist - Meek Mill. Album song DC4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Maybach
Song language: English
Shine |
Instead I’m on top and I’m countin' this bread |
Sittin' in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds |
Drop top even with a price on my head, woah |
It’s no roof so they can see me shine |
No roof so they can see me shine |
Only a matter of time |
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind |
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah |
It’s no roof so they can see me shine |
No roof so they can see me shine |
Only a matter of time |
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind |
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah |
I was born poor, but I’m a die rich |
Ridin' in the 7 like I’m Pac in 96 |
Still rockin' with the clique I had to grind with |
Went to war, flip nickels and sold them dimes with |
Yea, I used to sell nicks of reggie nigga |
I get the chills every time that lil' confetti hit us |
North Philly skinny bull but I’m heavy nigga |
They switched sides they was never with us |
And petty niggas wanna mention my name |
To get acknowledged |
Hoppin' that we act like a fool and give them violence |
I’d rather kill 'em all with success and give 'em knowledge |
Then throw it all away for a sucker cause we the hottest |
My momma crib big as a church I’m bein' modest |
No sleep puttin' in work that’s how she got it |
Bout it bout it I started grindin' when niggas doubted |
Now I got it I’m drippin' in diamonds a nigga got it that’s gangsta |
Wasn’t for this music, I’ll prolly be dead |
Instead I’m on top and I’m countin' this bread |
Sittin' in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds |
Drop top even with a price on my head, woah |
It’s no roof so they can see me shine |
No roof so they can see me shine |
Only a matter of time |
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind |
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah |
It’s no roof so they can see me shine |
No roof so they can see me shine |
Only a matter of time |
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind |
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah |
Out in Hollywood trying not to get caught up in it |
Struggle was brought up in it, hustle, we gonna get it |
This one is for my youngins going to school with corner niggas |
Don’t get caught up in that boxing corner nigga |
Times changed, it’s feeling like live niggas versus corny niggas |
They building more jails I’m warning niggas, shots fire |
Momma crying, traumatizing their mourning niggas |
Them cops killing us like it’s war with niggas, it’s on with niggas |
I did shed so many tears at that corner store |
Man I spent so many years at that corner store |
I see my niggas disappear at that corner store |
When they was sleepin' we was there at that corner store |
Ya and we was eating at the corner store |
Coppers catch us and they beat us at that corner store |
Shit we was toting on them heaters at that corner store |
Cause they was ploting tryna leave us at that corner store |
Wasn’t for this music, I’ll prolly be dead |
Instead I’m on top and I’m countin' this bread |
Sittin' in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds |
Drop top even with a price on my head, woah |
It’s no roof so they can see me shine |
No roof so they can see me shine |
Only a matter of time |
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind |
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah |
It’s no roof so they can see me shine |
No roof so they can see me shine |
Only a matter of time |
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind |
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah |
Its no roof so they can see me shine |
Whole city came out just to see me rhyme |
Started off in Impalas now its DB9 |
In the Aston like he James Bond |
Who he think he is? |
Diamonds dancing all on me doing the stanky leg |
I hear them whispers niggas talkin' what they think he made |
Think what you want you gon' think I’m paid |
Shit he balling I don’t think he saved, shit all I did was think and pray |
I got young niggas in the grave |
They got murdered by a nigga that got bitter ways |
They don’t give a fuck about us put us in a cage |
Let us out with that parole man this shit a maze |
RIP to Snupe, RIP to Scooter |
RIP to Dex told him I could be his shooter |
I tell Snupe they don’t love ya they just want to do ya |
You see that truck that’s the feds watchin' not an Uber |
Wasn’t for this music, I’ll prolly be dead |
Instead I’m on top and I’m countin' this bread |
Sittin' in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds |
Drop top even with a price on my head, woah |
It’s no roof so they can see me shine |
No roof so they can see me shine |
Only a matter of time |
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind |
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah |
It’s no roof so they can see me shine |
No roof so they can see me shine |
Only a matter of time |
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind |
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah |