Superb - Son Shine lyrics

[Verse 1] Son shine even on the cloudy daze Either Blowin' Kush fog sour smoke or clouds of haze Now a days hatin' at a all time high cuz bum n***as can't relate to n***as on that grind Whether 9-5 puttin' all them hours in, or i95 bringin dour n powder in I put on for my city so new yitty stand proud again I'm bound to win phat wet p**y I be drowning in Build it flip it count it then put some to the side By the time pop dukes come home I'll have that 650i Get mom dukes a crib to own peace and quiet Where she reside Same for I wit guns stashed around the crib like I'm James Bond, Try Bread winners from top ramen to rare dinners was too close to the edge So pushin' me is askin' for a bullet to the head n***a Shine whether the weather throw all the shade u want Cuz it damn sure ain't stopping me from being laid up, under [Hook] Palm trees heavy cream Songs mean plenty weed Show a n***a love I'm goin' places I'm tellin ya Shorty f** ya hubbz the n***a u needs in front of ya Palm trees heavy cream Songs mean plenty weed Tryna get a buzz I'm light years ahead of em Man these dudes s** I'm feelin' like I'm a veteran [Verse 2] Rain sleet hail wind snow Plenty brutal Ny winters we spent grindin' for that dough Like a caveman in the studio can hear my sh** got growth Unlike all these rappers fake a** trappers sh** that never blow Most ain't never sell no dope Hit the road with no bombs And would settle for a chain something nice for the arm Anything I moved either went to business mixing songs to the Stash re'in more Coppin Lo u never saw all This attack the clones sh** make me sick These stars at war with themselves hear me start catching fits I pitched the perfect game she caught dick no catchers mit Done traveled lil bit But still the Perfect place to sits ,under [Hook] Palm trees heavy cream Songs mean plenty weed Show a n***a love I'm goin places I'm tellin ya Shorty f** ya hubbz the n***a u needs in front of ya Palm trees heavy cream Songs mean plenty weed Tryna get a buzz i'm light years ahead of em Man these dudes s** I'm feelin' like I'm a veteran [Verse 3] Its big money on the forecast From big moves u lil n***as betta haul a** This is don sh** big cigars yak poise cla** Why them b**hes hangin from my knob like a door tag And we blown gas straight from the west side Swear that girl scout always givin me the best high I be glidin like I'm Clyde Drexla Drive like a tesla she told me pin ha down like a wrestla' Ooo yea randy savage in that thang Bet that p**y feel royal when u f**in wit a king Won't u shoot for the impossible and try to get a ring Diamond in the ruff if i dig u up u better bling sing