1st Verse, dj noname. - Son Shine

I woke up like oooh shit
Today gone be the day, this call gone be the play
Let it fly like it was all on me to make it
Eager but wasn't anxious
At ease, like I caught the ball deep in the paint
Space to maneuver, put em on skates too
Set the table on perimeter placing the shooters
With Canon's instead of Ruger's
Before the footage made it to the hand computers
Keep that good shit, edit out the damn bloopers
Do this like we do it to go in syndication
And if them systems against us it's infiltration
Manning the station, manifestation
I ain't just talking, this a healthy ass relationship
That we gone make it shit, that relocation in divine timing
The kind that we had to be so patient with
See no hatred, but this ain't the bliss or tainted vision
A space to fit in, a soundscape of the way we living, it's different

Written by:
Derek Clark

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