Charles Hamilton, J Means - Shining Shadows lyrics

I swear to God, man that cold-ass bench?
Shit makes you ask some
Real questions ya dig? Yo!

If I get locked up tonight will my
Girl cheat and get knocked up tonight
Will HchO turn his back and say
A nigga is a lost cause
Call Swiss and say: "oh well, I lost Charles"
Damn will my mother get the last laugh?
Do I only have myself to be mad at?
Does Leroy even care, will he ever forget?
Or does him and Chris only
Want that 7 percent?
Does my lawyer even know, if so, where is he?
Did he even get a call, was he busy?
My thoughts go stupid when I'm
Trapped in a system
Writing badge numbers down
It's a wrap for the system
Half of the cell is full of jealous ass
Fellas that can spazz and just hit 'em
Other half, niggas dig 'em
Ayo Harlem, don't stress my nigga you
Fresh, my nigga you next, my nigga
You go hard with the bars
Niggas see you on your grind
Gotta good soul, I believe you gon' be fine
Too much of a man within me to wanna cry
But that be the reason that I shine

You can't take away my pretty-ass smile
Not for a while cause, I'm shining
And I'm blinding you can strip me down
But can't remove my style
(cause I'm wild) And I'm shining
And I'm blinding
So what more can you say to me?

Oh! Lemme radiate, life's been a rainy day
Ever since '88, pops got sent away
My time now and everybody's blowin' smoke
Watch me cut through the clouds
Fuck so-and-so
I'm the only do'-to do' salesman who sells
Them and tells them the truth
So seldom they do but the youth being youth
Are like "who the hell are you?"
And I'm like "Deja vu, nigga i'm YOU, nigga!"
Shut the fuck up
Let me tell you what to do nigga
Back to the future watch me
Bounce light like fuschia
I got the glow in front of your optical
I leave the stage and they beg
A nigga not to go
Bottom line, we gotta shine
So I guess you gotta grind if
You tryna do what I'm
Then you better get your mind
And soak these ultra violets
Stop wasting time and open up
Your eyelids cause I did
Now look at me, tell me what you see
A fucking G feel good to be him, right?
I ain't eatin', I'm lyin', I'm still slim
Right? I need a mixture, send me a fixture
Sick of these white broads
Lord send me a sister
Lend me your ears and I'll bring
'em back full of crack
And you can keep it, tell me how cool is that
The same dude from high school
Is back to black phonzzy, Chuckie
Got me smoking weed up out of bongies
Happy days are upon us so
I puff puff marijuana
Looking at a pair of pharaoh garments
I don't only spend digit's, nigga
I spend commas
You can even converse with my commerce
I rap full time i was a con first
And I probably was ya broads first i know

You can't take away my pretty-ass smile
(It hurts, cause I'm shining, bitch)
Not for a while cause, I'm shining
(That was a take, right there)
And I'm blinding you can strip me down
But can't remove my style
(cause I'm wild) And I'm shining
And I'm blinding
So what more can you say to me?

What more can you say to me?
What more can you say to me?
What more can you say to me?
What more can you say to me?
What more can you say to me?
What more can you say?