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Shine
by Aziza Cree
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I dimmed my light too long
Always opening doors
Always running a course
But looking out for me was a chore
And I might be wrong...
For putting all my time into me
But who out here grinding for me?
When everybody trying to compete, it's my time
It's my time to shine on these niggas
No need to drop a dime on these niggas
I'ma do it right, I'ma kill it
And it's alright
I don't trust nobody but my niggas
I'm coming for the bag, for the figures
I'ma shoot back, I'ma kill ‘em
On them nights that's cold
On them nights that's cold
On them nights that's cold
Zoned out, high as a drone
I look up and see I'm alone
I'm out here on my own
But it's the life I want
Too many chefs in your kitchen throw the taste off
Can't be friends with these bitches ‘cause they hate, ah
And somehow we always end up in a face off, it's my time
It's my time to shine on these niggas
No need to drop a dime on these niggas
I'ma do it right, I'ma kill it
It's my time to shine on these niggas
No need to drop a dime on these niggas
I'm coming for the bag, for the figures
I'ma shoot back, I'ma kill ‘em
I dimmed my light too long
Always opening doors
Always running a course
But looking out for me was a chore
And I might be wrong...
For putting all my time into me
But who out here grinding for me?
When everybody trying to compete, it's my time
It's my time to shine on these niggas
No need to drop a dime on these niggas
I'ma do it right, I'ma kill it
And it's alright
I don't trust nobody but my niggas
I'm coming for the bag, for the figures
I'ma shoot back, I'ma kill ‘em
On them nights that's cold
On them nights that's cold
On them nights that's cold
Zoned out, high as a drone
I look up and see I'm alone
I'm out here on my own
But it's the life I want
Too many chefs in your kitchen throw the taste off
Can't be friends with these bitches ‘cause they hate, ah
And somehow we always end up in a face off, it's my time
It's my time to shine on these niggas
No need to drop a dime on these niggas
I'ma do it right, I'ma kill it
It's my time to shine on these niggas
No need to drop a dime on these niggas
I'm coming for the bag, for the figures
I'ma shoot back, I'ma kill ‘em
