Yet again I go anywhere I can Might go get the can of paint I should lay low, but I can't I wore all my gold chains today God it hurt, but I gotta stay fly Ain't a Rolex, but I got time Bet a whole check that I'm gone shine This one is for the shine Dedicated to those who go mile for mile Try to stare at the Sun and you go blind I rhyme from the spirit, whether or not you hear it My merits is solid 24 karat And I wear it every day and night Everywhere I go, I got on gold When it's hot, it's hot When it's cold, it's cold I rose out my sleep, gold teeth on my teeth No beef cus I don't eat beef I keep heat for the haters And shine like I'm the creator With a chemical element found in nature Some are out for paper, I'm out for what the crown is made of Solid gold, playa, this is not for road players This for kings I call my brother son, because he shines like one I be me, that key shit, 'cus of all the dirt I've done I won't go to church, I need that Jesus gold one Tell me I'm good I woke up with gold on my chest Still knowin' that it's a threat To the vets who ain't got and youngins who want next My lady tellin' me to lay low but they know If they got it, then they show it, as if this is a show So I throw on my gold rings and throw on my fronts I don't front, I gotta give the people what they want They want the Sun to shine, fine, and I ain't gonna hide I'ma shine in my new clothes and show off my ride First [?] Sunset Strip When my sound zone hit, not aware of the niggas in the next whip I hit the brakes, expectin' them to set trip So I'm puttin' my hand on my grip Before I dipped out The whole gang started shoutin' my name I realized they were fans and not after my chain I threw the peace sign up, my Jesus piece untucked Untouched, looking like the new King Tut I woke up stagnant Gold on my chest is absent Still claim my nieces on my taxes I'm months behind rent, landlord is still askin' Like a botched BBL, I'm still half assin' I go outside, start up my vehicle, see the oil bleed Rap shit's been enough stress, waitin' on royalties Such a far cry from a Sequoia breeze I know they say [?] But more important is lawyers fees Not a man within my family's rich I mean granted, understand nobody handed me shit Any longer then, you'll probably see my sanity flip I guess today's the day I plan to scratch my vanity's itch Five deep on the 10 freeway, we spot Blu His neck glowin', I'm a fan, but fuck I gotta do what I gotta do Reach for the blower, upon release the shit jammed Thinkin' quick on my feet, I just say peace, like I call my brother son, because he shines like one I be me, that key shit, 'cus of all the dirt I've done I won't go to church, I need that Jesus gold one Tell me I'm good Yet again I go anywhere I can Might go get the can of paint I should lay low, but I can't I wore all my gold chains today God it hurt, but I gotta stay fly Ain't a Rolex, but I got time Bet a whole check that I'm gone shine, yea I call my brother son, because he shines like one I be me, that key shit, 'cus of all the dirt I've done I won't go to church, I need that Jesus gold one Tell me I'm good