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shine (freestyle) - pook paperz lyrics

[verse 1: pook paperz]
sometimes i wish that i can snap chat my real life
to show these fake n-gg-s’ what being in the field like
selling dope, moving c-ke, selling pills like
cuz being broke n-gg-, i know what that feels like
seen my homie get left and it ain’t feel right
watching him take his last breathe just gave me chills like
that’s why when i float through the hood, i keep my steel tight
can’t let them do me like harold up at that red light
clip hanging out the glizzy, long as a ruler
all day i’m picking up, making drop offs just like an uber
never thought, see the day that i’d have a jeweler
but now my diamonds blue as water that’s in bermuda
gotta give my youngins’ the method, i gotta school them
show them that getting money way cooler than being shooters
let them know that winning way trilla than being losers
if you ever pull a gun on a n-gg-, you better use it
and, if it wasn’t for the trap then i’d prolly be broke
but instead, i’m counting racks, moving racks like it’s dope
running packs of that backs just inhaling the smoke
in the “stu”, dropping the realist sh-t that’s ever been wrote
got no love for a n-gg- that’ll tell on his folks
get them sent for away like they never was close
whoa! if we never starved then we never was broke
cut different man, i never was “joe”. no!
and lately cuz, i’ve been trapping more than i’m rapping
whole crib smelling like oils when i ain’t rapping
couple sticks a day off the “d”, i got it cracking
i hate the fact i’m slacking but f-ck it, a n-gg- stacking
whole nother’ cloth that i’m from; a different fabric
nothing like these new wave n-gg-s’ dressing like f-ggots
anybody get deals now, f-ck the talent
picture me wearing man purses and dancing; i can’t imagine
see, that could never be me, nah
it’s real n-gg-s’ in the streets that wanna see me sign
couple n-gg-s’ in the streets that wanna see me die
before they ever catch me slipping, they gon’ see me ride
my n-gg-, when you’re somebody
sh-t you don’t love n-body
talk to you like you’re anybody, and that sh-t go for everybody
paperz; i ain’t everybody, know that!

- pook paperz lyrics

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