"I'm Gon Shine" lyrics
(feat. Bumps INF)
[Bumps INF:]
Get it out
Yeah, okay
Yeah, look, ayy, it's up, oh, uh
Uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah
Ayy, Biz, what's good?
Yeah, good
No puppeter here, but my God, He can pull some strings
They put holes in His hands like he's Wolverine
Sin is no longer my lover, Billie Jean
Off wit' his head, dead, kyuh, with the guillotine ('Tine, 'tine)
Uh, I'm more ready than I've ever been
Judge in my family, you can call me the freshest prince
Like Will Smith, the old me was real sick
Now I'm into homicide; I be tryin' to kill sin (Yeah)
Uh, keep it holy for my Father (Father)
God Over Money or Jehovah over dollars (Dollars)
I be peeping these people that's rolling up in bondage
Swear they got swag but they soul'll get demolished ([?])
Uh, I rep the King made Savior
Where they breed hate over machine-made paper
Rappers brag to the poor consumers how they stack cake (Cake)
No pun intended, but what kind of sense does that make?
Ayy
[Bizzle:]
I'm with the Lord, homie, I ain't ever wanna leave
If He ain't tryna show it to me, I don't wanna see
And in the arms of the Lord's where I wanna be
No matter what you put in front of me
I'm gon' shine
No matter what you say
You can't keep my light from shining
On this game
Until no darkness remains
I'm going hard 'til I travel home
Any devil'd better run, run and get hammered on
Everybody seem happy while the cameras on
But it's all bad when the cash and the glamour gone
Check it, the beat knocking, I ain't mad at y'all
But if the beat didn't hammer, could your words stand alone?
Uh, my words deep like a baritone
I got a new bag, better check it, like a carry-on
Goodbye to the old swagger
The old me's gone now, I had to toe-tag 'em
Cheers to the rebirth of Biz', let the Holy Ghost have him
Tear his flesh off like a .44 magnum
I study to show me approved when they ask questions
If I don't know I hit 'Vios up or ask Sevin
I'm still a baby in the faith, but my heart has grown
We winning, I'm finna rub it in like Cortisone
The war is on, the year is new, the ball's dropping
God Over Money, ayo, mega HOGMOBing
Fishers of men, who gon' stop it?
Sick with the pen my network is strong, no call dropping
We stay connected at all times
Plugged into the Lord, so when it storms, I don't fall offline
I'm done praising Him part-time
I'm in it for the long ride to serve and minister to all kinds
I'm with the Lord, homie, I ain't ever wanna leave
If He ain't tryna show it to me, I don't wanna see
And in the arms of the Lord's where I wanna be
No matter what you put in front of me
I'm gon' shine
No matter what you say
You can't keep my light from shining
On this game
Until no darkness remains
Get it out
Yeah, okay
Yeah, look, ayy, it's up, oh, uh
Uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah
Ayy, Biz, what's good?
Yeah, good
No puppeter here, but my God, He can pull some strings
They put holes in His hands like he's Wolverine
Sin is no longer my lover, Billie Jean
Off wit' his head, dead, kyuh, with the guillotine ('Tine, 'tine)
Uh, I'm more ready than I've ever been
Judge in my family, you can call me the freshest prince
Like Will Smith, the old me was real sick
Now I'm into homicide; I be tryin' to kill sin (Yeah)
Uh, keep it holy for my Father (Father)
God Over Money or Jehovah over dollars (Dollars)
I be peeping these people that's rolling up in bondage
Swear they got swag but they soul'll get demolished ([?])
Uh, I rep the King made Savior
Where they breed hate over machine-made paper
Rappers brag to the poor consumers how they stack cake (Cake)
No pun intended, but what kind of sense does that make?
Ayy
[Bizzle:]
I'm with the Lord, homie, I ain't ever wanna leave
If He ain't tryna show it to me, I don't wanna see
And in the arms of the Lord's where I wanna be
No matter what you put in front of me
I'm gon' shine
No matter what you say
You can't keep my light from shining
On this game
Until no darkness remains
I'm going hard 'til I travel home
Any devil'd better run, run and get hammered on
Everybody seem happy while the cameras on
But it's all bad when the cash and the glamour gone
Check it, the beat knocking, I ain't mad at y'all
But if the beat didn't hammer, could your words stand alone?
Uh, my words deep like a baritone
I got a new bag, better check it, like a carry-on
Goodbye to the old swagger
The old me's gone now, I had to toe-tag 'em
Cheers to the rebirth of Biz', let the Holy Ghost have him
Tear his flesh off like a .44 magnum
I study to show me approved when they ask questions
If I don't know I hit 'Vios up or ask Sevin
I'm still a baby in the faith, but my heart has grown
We winning, I'm finna rub it in like Cortisone
The war is on, the year is new, the ball's dropping
God Over Money, ayo, mega HOGMOBing
Fishers of men, who gon' stop it?
Sick with the pen my network is strong, no call dropping
We stay connected at all times
Plugged into the Lord, so when it storms, I don't fall offline
I'm done praising Him part-time
I'm in it for the long ride to serve and minister to all kinds
I'm with the Lord, homie, I ain't ever wanna leave
If He ain't tryna show it to me, I don't wanna see
And in the arms of the Lord's where I wanna be
No matter what you put in front of me
I'm gon' shine
No matter what you say
You can't keep my light from shining
On this game
Until no darkness remains
