Shine

[Verse 1: Mibbs] Let the champs hold the title Truth like I got my right hand on the Bible Saw us change over from your boys to your idols Watch us take over like the fourth quarter Michael No bullshit spoken from the pulpit The game needs fixing and I'm the tool kit Granddaddy purpin' that bubble kush shit Got me feeling like I walked in Bob Marley's footprints One love, but no trickin' over here She lucky if she get a piece of chicken over here Them thirsty ass bitches twitpic-in' over here And I don't care if you Video Vixen of the year [Hook] I'mma shine with my niggas Grind with my niggas Get it all the time with my niggas Ride with my niggas Said [x3] [Verse 2: Like] Ralph Lauren denim, Jordan 3 Retros Why you gassed up, we don't ever need Petro Rollin' up gecko, cooler than ecto Everywhere we at them girls follow like echoes Homie you funny, why you on that hate shit? Homie get money I be poppin' at yo bitch even when my clothes bummy See me walking with your chick that's just extra hoes for me See them Pac Div dudes be them active dudes It's all unscripted we don't act this cool Got a couple niggas that do pack them twos But we can do it old fashioned, meet me after school [Hook] [Verse 3: BeYoung] Slipped like lustice, paint cool like ranch Show up to the beach and I leave with the sand Glow, avatar never go land When you shut the world down it never goes planned We smoke that medical strain Make 'em say woo like it's from ghost clan Sit with the man I better shift your plans Game like Kobe he can switch both hands What you know about Pac Div? Fuck with your boys every time they get active We from the place where niggas might bang in Girls talk so much they forget to use chapstick [Hook]