CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : You Can’t Shine Like Me
Gutta Music If you are about to die salute you
Are you serious man?
They must not know who I be!
We got the hood Preston in the building
He's back!
You can't shine like me, you ain't no rider like me
Pull dimes like me, if you ain't from the streets
I'm a hood star, you know who I'm is
I rock big ice, you can't live how I live (2x)
Yeah, 10 karats on my earlobes, check!
VVS on my wrist, 20 karats on my neck
While y'all slidin' in the little bitty 06 'Vette
I'm waitin' on the runway for my G4 Jet
I'm ahead of the game, you see yo boy’s got next
Did a lil' bit of actin' just ta stack a few chеcks
I ain't gotta remind y'all, how the game go
I'm thе youngest with a clothin line, first with a TV show
I ain't in the pros and I got three black cards! (three?)
Call the Saints over, they can practice in the backyard
I do it big, I guess I say I'm just the best at it
Had a mil' early man, I been learned my mathematics
RR, ‘02 copped an '06
Boy stop stunnin' if I want her, I can have ya chick (what'd he say?)
Don't get it twisted Richie Rich so gutta
Youse a momma's boy, I'm the son of a hustla
Are you serious man?
They must not know who I be!
We got the hood Preston in the building
He's back!
You can't shine like me, you ain't no rider like me
Pull dimes like me, if you ain't from the streets
I'm a hood star, you know who I'm is
I rock big ice, you can't live how I live (2x)
Yeah, 10 karats on my earlobes, check!
VVS on my wrist, 20 karats on my neck
While y'all slidin' in the little bitty 06 'Vette
I'm waitin' on the runway for my G4 Jet
I'm ahead of the game, you see yo boy’s got next
Did a lil' bit of actin' just ta stack a few chеcks
I ain't gotta remind y'all, how the game go
I'm thе youngest with a clothin line, first with a TV show
I ain't in the pros and I got three black cards! (three?)
Call the Saints over, they can practice in the backyard
I do it big, I guess I say I'm just the best at it
Had a mil' early man, I been learned my mathematics
RR, ‘02 copped an '06
Boy stop stunnin' if I want her, I can have ya chick (what'd he say?)
Don't get it twisted Richie Rich so gutta
Youse a momma's boy, I'm the son of a hustla
