Keep Shining

Yeah yeah you know us, rings on top of rings

Chains on top of chains, don't watch us watch the watches

King Tut status haha, Mob Style Music

King of Da Ghetto Entertainment, Chris Wizzard

Z-Ro the Mo City Don, yeah

Shine shine shine shine

It seem like that's all I do

Nothing but money on my mind mind mind

I won't except a million bucks, if I can get two

I think I'ma let my top back let the sun on in, see me riding

I'm a motherfucking gangsta, you ain't gon' ever see me hiding

Let's see fifteen around my left, twenty eight around my right

Fifty more around my neck and eight around my finger, I am a light

King George that's the homie, King Johnny that's the homie

Everytime I come around, they like that's Z-Ro that's the homie

When I come out I'ma be shining, harder than when I went in

I'm glowing, now all I gotta do is rolling and po'ing

Keep shining, King Johnny I need another piece and chain in my life

Keep shining, most people addicted to drugs me I'm addicted to ice

Keep shining, V.I.P. I never stand in a line

Keep on shining, like sunlight dipped in chrome shining like sunlight dipped in chrome

Fuck the straight my swag on the scene, like it's a symphony

Flash my rocks across the screens, like Pimp C it's the pimp in me

Kids love the style, I ain't lying ask Timothy

He'll tell ya mama let C. Wigga play, there'll be no simp in me

Drankie Mulla Frankie Mulla, why you think you cooler

Ice nice and when all the lights on, it can't be cooler

That ain't no real bright, than why you got a janky jeweler

You can't smell drank on my breath, cause of that stanky fooler

Sports car no sports bra, for the sports bar

This what you think we got in the back, the way we po' up bar

Promethazine'ing gangsta leaning, hella-clean

Diamonds blinging felony fresh, you misdemeaning

I'm feeling so fly, I'm standing outside in my Polo Ro

Man and horse from head to toe, I ain't got nothing but Polo on

This beat so jamming I said to myself, self this one you should go solo on

But Chris Ward is a brother from another mother, so I'ma put my lil' bro-bro on

Damn King Johnny, I can't see no mo'

Everytime the sun reflect off my watch, vision will be no mo'

And that shit in the middle of the mall ain't glowing, quite like these hoes glow

They can sell that trash to you, but I bet they can't sell it to Z-Ro though

I rock them blue and them yellow diamonds, and that old school gold that's right that old shit

I ain't gotta be out in the sun either, my shit shine at fo' in the morning

If I want it then I don't give a damn what it cost, I'm just gon' get it

Real ice is almost like real ice, I can keep my drink cold with it

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