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letra de shine - skateboard b

keep it gully
it’s sb kid, ha…

1st verse

stop dreamin! i leave yo body steamin, stinkin!
n-ggas be schmein, what’s the reason?
cuz i’m out for mines? my brotha you demon!
lord knows my minds been fried
tryina stay humble, live above the lies.
nah son i can’t get by, i gotta make my rhymes that’ll open minds. i’mmmmm….
a breath of fresh air in the spring time.
i gotta ease minds, cuz i know life’s one big grind
when your coming from the belly of the grime.
son these streets will work you! uptown n-ggas will murk! nyc will hurt you!
put you in a hurist then leave you in the dirt. god said we came from dirt
oh we came from the dirt? oh, so yo -ss done belong up in dirt
ain’t sh-t funny dunny when you smiling from a shirt
how long much longer do i gotta starve?
how much longer do i gotta see sunlight from behind these bars?

choirs
ugh, ugh, ugh, i’m gunna shine

ugh, ugh, ugh, i’m on my grind

ugh, ugh, ugh, i’m gunna shine, i’m on my grind

ugh, ugh, i’m gunna shine!

i started from the bottom, now i’m working to the top(x3)

ugh, ugh, ugh, i’m gunna shine, i’m on my grind

ugh, ugh, i’m gunna shine!

verse 2
i’ve been sent by divine power, spittin knowledge, demolish any false prophets, yea got it?
be gone from me! your rhymes are just so blasphemy
you stay spittin these 123’s wit some abc’s then add some speed!? but you ain’t nice b
you just another brotha who be in it for the money. sell yo soul, for the gold, and the riches in world, pipe some hoes?
how you claim to be the same n-gga from the block, who keep preach that real, claimin that you trill?
but them k!llas the ville be sayin you ain’t ill!?
listen dog, you all bark and no bite. you’d bring a knife to a gunfight
you ain’t bout that, you want kids wit a wife
i wanna protest why i can’t wear my hoodie at night?
how come i can’t skate without cops thinking i’mma leave that scene yellow taped up? word up!

choirs
ugh, ugh, ugh, i’m gunna shine

ugh, ugh, ugh, i’m on my grind

ugh, ugh, ugh, i’m gunna shine, i’m on my grind

ugh, ugh, i’m gunna shine

i started from the bottom, now i’m working to the top(x3)

ugh, ugh, ugh, i’m gunna shine, i’m on my grind

ugh, ugh, i’m gunna shine!

verse 3
they think we ignorant because they see the pigment
trying to hold you down because black kids ain’t suppose to make it
but we gotta stay strong, gotta prove them wrong, load up the full clip, c-ck that back, glorify that ignorance, maybe now they see what we gettin at
oppression that new obsession? man they finger itching
f-ck submission, this a revolution!
stop contradicting what i’m spittin, you politician!
man quick the b-tching, why you snitchin? cuz you n-ggas jealous?
that i’m making a difference? listen!
that reals back, talk about boom bap, knockin in a cadillac, got n-ggas doing the smurf, the wop, wit a baseball bat, saying sb sound like an 88 kat
but the 90s where they birthed me at
i ain’t up in the trap, trap
i be at the skate park with the pack saying fall back if you ain’t bout that.

(choirs repeated)

- skateboard b

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