Mozzy, E Mozzy and Lil Dallas - Process Of Shinin'
(Buckroll)
You won't smell no rubber burnin', I ain't panic, I just drove off
Nose wipe, literally just wiped a nigga nose off
Money lookin' at me like, "Lil' nigga, you a show off"
First set of shots, had 'em confused, it was a throw off
But we knew what it was
Ain't double back to check no pulse, niggas knew he was done
Fucked off a couple fronts, but I know what to do with a gun
Time flies wit a switch, I just blew though a hundred (frrt)
Street nigga, but I'm rich I just blew through a hundred
Soul fractured, so I do skits, I don't just do 'em for fun
Demon on my chain, HGM influenced the slums
Lawyer took my case, hundred K, l got it expunged
E, "Told me move around you gotta get out the box"
And if I got to Oklahoma, he gon' send me a box
They coppin' everything we got if they expensive or not
Chains cover both wrists if I'm convicted or not
6 demon I'm the reason niggas mention my block
Ayy, quit rappin' 'bout them bodies, you ain't body nobody
Shit, I'm twistin' up Biscotti while my bitch do Pilates
Got it on my person, shit, you'd be stupid if you try me
One of them ones where I'm from, know this shit'll get slimey
Keep askin' where I been, I'm on the interstate grindin'
Stay down 'til you come up, that's the process of shinin'
Know my bitch bad, baby family come from the islands
You could tell I spent a lil' bag the way that I'm stylin'
Yeah, superseded the limits that they bestowed upon me
Our brotherhood go off shots, you willin' to throw about me
The low cloudy, my vision blurry, I'm seein' doubles
My committee committed, I never seen them fumble
Triple doubles for nothin', you know them boys retarded
Told the jeweler, baptize me in hella holy water
Life litty it, we livin' like it ain't no tomorrow
For the ones behind the wall, I pray you make it home
You can't purchase this rank and you gotta take a soul
Tied in, can't escape the hole (hole)
Mathematics, what you niggas think this Drac'll hold?
Upper body shots and fatal blows (grrah)
Lack in traffic, you gon' pay the toll (grrah)
I led us to the final four, we ain't gon' play the roll
They won't let me pop my shit if I wasn't bangin' pole
I'm out the womb with it, bangin' fours
Shit for life, it don't mistake at all, yeah
Ayy, quit rappin' 'bout them bodies, you ain't body nobody
Shit, I'm twistin' up Biscotti while my bitch do Pilates
Got it on my person, shit, you'd be stupid if you try me
One of them ones where I'm from, know this shit'll get slimey
Keep askin' where I been, I'm on the interstate grindin'
Stay down 'til you come up, that's the process of shinin'
Know my bitch bad, baby family come from the islands
You could tell I spent a lil' bag the way that I'm stylin'
Written by:
Dallas Roquemore, Eric Cry, Gabe Lucas, Kristof Lilienthal, Timothy Patterson
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