Young Ace - Glisten lyrics

[Intro: Mike Millennium] Yeah? Yeah? Uh-huh (Laugh) Ugh Oh Kay? [Verse 1: Mike Millennium] I'm only 16, tryna' live a big dream Get rich, and drive fast cars like Lightning McQueen I'm just a n***a from the bottom tryna' get green And work my way up so that I can be on top like whip cream Yeah im just tryna get ahead like a snapback I got my city on my back like a back pack They tryna stop me from getting cheese like a rat trap And want me caged up like a lab rat n***a I be grindin' super hard, to shine like a super star Got my n***as with me and they ridin' like a super car I ain't tryna' do it big I'm tryna' do it super large Tryna' ball like a f**ing shooting guard On my grind, all the time, just to shine, like a f**ing shooting star And I'm spitting stupid bars so that I'll go super far In my life cuz it's a course and I'm tryna' shoot for par Man I'm something out this world like I f**ing grew on Mars Well of course I'm just tryna' do it major and get this paper Gotta' put food on the table, just like a waiter Put my problems aside and worry bout them later I got cash on my mind, ain't worried bout a hater Yup, And I'm just tryna' make a million It's funny how money make n***as change like a chameleon My last name should be Myers cuz of the way I be k**ing them And I'm super ill, times a thousand, Mike Millennium [Verse 2: Young Ace] Y-A-T-F, dealin' with this BS Like I'm rappin' under water man my flow will always be wet Climb up to my spot your goin' down like a v-neck Heard he talkin' ruthless, we came through, um he checked And my goonz ready for any situation, I mean we set And anybody doubtin' me is hatin' I can see that Cuz we blessed and he stressed like he really depressed They drop and get it poppin', never stoppin' so they coppin', I'ma goblin' make you reset I refresh, this game when I rap, no sleep I think I need rest Half of the stuff I write down and I spit I never regret Start a beef with me that's a decrease to the population Know this girl name Denise and you know that she be cakin' I go right through these lyricist They hate to see me, make a mirror pissed And I'm takin' over no terrorist I got em' so shock they need a Therapist And listen up cuz' what I'm about to spit, I educate these rap boys And it's show n' tell, so go and tell, when I k** a rat, rat poison Money on my mind, so I'm havin' rich thoughts Zero dollars in my pocket so I'm kind of pissed off So I'ma grind, get my pockets fatter, get on tracks and cause disaster Straight up k** and slaughter rappers, glisten, lip gloss, Ace