This is a song about "You know we shining"

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

Goin skinny dippin', and you know we ain't trippin'

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

We fly high perfect 10 you know i stick the landing

Even if you win, we both know who really lost

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Suns out/ we stunnin/ you know we get our shine on

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Because you know how we rhyme on this beat is rough,

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

When you walk in, you know that we the best here

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

If you got talents you know we got all of it

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket