Mr. Porter - Shine lyrics

[Intro] Just shine your light on the world So shine your light on the world No matter anywhere you go, keep Shining your light on the world Don't let the money make you thirsty Don't even let it be your goal Just let it come and keep on working And shine your light on them hoes Cause I'm the hardest n***a out here I'd rather die than live a life of fear I know I got to be down here To shine my light on them hoes Hardest n***a out here I'd rather starve than live a life of fear I feel like God sent me down here To shine my light on them hoes [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Lost in the world when me and my girlfriend meet, bless you You know they say "if you f**ed her and she didn't cum And you came, then she f**ed you" We squeeze first, n***a these ain't rebu*tals These street sweepers, we dump til he jump brooms Like these nuptials, in the D where dreams come true This is the the story of a man who's trying to break his doubts Down like his cases count Obsessive compulsive counting dough Making sure all the numbers on the inside And all the faces out Lawyers on retainers like they braces out Say my name wrong, I make you taste your mouth Money come, money go Get it but don't splurge it Your boy's greed and war's needs Got their own purpose There's more than four speeds on that Porsche Turbo It's sitting on four G's like my phone service I'm out here trapping, but this here's sincere rapping Dear a**a**in, you can't k** a signed and sealed cla**ic Cause L's and bill blasts, snake skin troops Reptile enemies X'd out is what make men true I'm blacking just like Jamaicans do I'm running long side your coupe Tapping guns upon your Wrathe window Like Ox in Belly, got more Glocks and cellies Than New Yorks got blocks and delis Cops and boxes of pirellis, their doors' ajar Exposing my maserati's guts And that's what got you jelly The car I'm driving got a pot belly [Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] I'm out here trapping With this here sincere rapping I've been shooting straight Since two inch tape This is for real cla**ic And getting money was never part of my goals It just came along with me shining my light on them hoes I've been out here trapping With this here sincere rap For fifteen years, I ain't leaving here without a cla**ic I get money, get money money dough All I came to do is shine my light on them hoes [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] Hip-hop is my house; watch these philosophies win Around artists I stand out like I locked my keys in I forgot my goal at twenty-three was make a cla**ic Walk away like Tiger with my nine iron then take the master's They say that you get what you ask for Well, I asked to be left alone with my pen, pad and pa**port This ain't no rags to rich brag sh** In fact, it's more close to being a rich to rags story The fabric I'm cut from's the most genuine article mankind offers I'm like an underground landmine talking For Storch, Hammer & Antoine Walker And your boy's a tampon In every store I'm anti-corporate Highest exalted, call me commercial? I'm highly insulted This is Royce da 5'9", mind body and soul sh** All I have in this f**ing globe is my shotty and flow I'd rather let the coroner outline my body in chalk Than let the fans order me 'round the clock and buy me in bulk [Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] I'm out here trapping With this here sincere rapping I've been shooting straight Since two inch tape This is for real cla**ic And getting money was never part of my goals It just came along with me shining my light on them hoes I've been out here trapping With this here sincere rap For fifteen years, I ain't leaving here without a cla**ic I get money, get money money dough All I came to do is shine my light on them hoes [Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"] We move in silence, y'all ain't hearing us coming I was sent by God to provide that imperial sonnage Ya'll a**embly line of rhymers really don't want it I'll eat you for breakfast, one by one I got ya'll serial numbers I'm about to send a tweet out to my n***a Styles Tell him he got the juice now Call my OG Scarface, talk some boxing with him Perhaps these new clowns, politic perhaps About a new him and Royce track I'm feeling like D to the O to the C When he got his voice back Ha, I'm feeling like Cube in a fresh El Camino Rolling key low g rolling through Detroit's back Streets waving to all my people I'm feeling more at home than Reese Taylor This are what memories are made of I remember each grudge, each favor Each lie, each judge, each bailiff Each job, cheap labor Each neighbor, each caper Each Mosque, each Church Each pastor, pew, and casket Each future ba*tard double dutching through the madness, singing: [Outro] Just shine your light on the world So shine your light on the world No matter anywhere you go, kid Shining your light on the world Don't let the money make you thirsty Don't even let it be your goal Just let it come and keep on working And shine your light on the hoes Cause I'm the hardest n***a out here I'd rather die than live a life of fear I know I got to be down here To shine my light on them hoes Hardest n***a out here I'd rather starve than live a life of fear I feel like God sent me down here To shine my light on them hoes