I Shine, U Shine, 3Nine. ft. King Kayc3 Lyrics

Suuuuuu

Jordan Block nigga

Jordan Block nigga

Pac World, Pac World

Jordan Block nigga

Pac World, Pac World

Ayo, the drip Finally Wavy

Crocs by Salehe

Cashed out in Neiman's, Long ways from Old Navy

Still remember all the times that we went half on dimes

Split packs to trap, if I shine then you shine

Niggas knew where we was at, down the hill, 3-Nine

Someone yelled out Eastside, we replied all the time

Had money on my mind, and my mind on some money

Selling 12-12 skinnies, used to have my pockets chubby

Ugly, pretty, I'm a pretty ugly nigga

On the phone with the plug, talking birds, no Twitter

Slash drinking liquor, I'm just looking for some roll up

Swear on my block, we sold more O's than Dunkin' Donuts

Hold up, niggas know my projects had that base

Serving J's three for twenties, had them running like a race

And I don't do the vests, niggas shooting for your face

Smoking suey for the stress, taking trips out to space

Tesh and KC, rhyming on Bay beat

I do what I wanna do, can't nobody make me

Y'all niggas are small fries, me I'm like 8'3

Fuck you, pay me, nah that ain't my baby

Nah she ain't my lady, all these women crazy

Most your homies fake B, none of them are solid

They ain't for the drama, they don't want no problems

They'll be goners to be honest

Down the hill, 640, slanging bottles, drinking bottles

Dripped up for no reason, pulling up, making dollars

Live for today, fuck mañana

Loyalty forever, never switch up on your partners

Used to bust down P's of the Ganjas

Nickels, dimes, whatever if you need it, then I got it

I'm a product of the projects, bloodshed, narcotics

Messed up, all the bullshit that they taught us

But we still made it out without them

Jordan Block nigga

Pac World, Pac World

Jordan Block nigga

Pac World, Pac World

Jordan Block nigga

Pac World, Pac World

Jordan Block nigga

Pac World, Pac World