Song: | Process Of Shinin’ |
Singer: | Mozzy, Lil Dallas, E Mozzy |
Music: | Gabe Lucas, Buckroll |
Lyrics: | Mozzy, E Mozzy, Lil Dallas, Buckroll, Gabe Lucas |
Album: | BRASH DUMMIES (2024) |
Process Of Shinin’ Lyrics
(Buckroll)
You won’t smell no rubber burnin’, I ain’t panic, I just drove off
Nose wipe, literally just wiped a n!gga nose off
Money lookin’ at me like, “Lil’ n!gga, you a show off”
First set of shots, had ’em confused, it was a throw off
But we knew what it was
Ain’t double back to check no pulse, n!ggas knew he was done
f**ked off a couple fronts, but I know what to do with a gun
Time flies wit’ a switch, I just blew though a hun’ (Frrt)
Street n!gga, but I’m rich I just blew through a hun’
Soul fractured, so I do skits, I don’t just do ’em for fun
Demon on my chain, HGM influenced the slums
Lawyer took my case, hundred K, l got it expunged
E, “Told me move around you gotta get out the box”
And if I got to Oklahoma, he gon’ send me a box
They coppin’ everything we got if they expensive or not
Chains cover both wrists if I’m convicted or not
6 demon, I’m the reason n!ggas mention my block
Ayy, quit rappin’ ’bout them bodies, you ain’t body nobody
sh!t, I’m twistin’ up biscotti while my b!tch do pilates
Got it on my person, sh!t, you’d be stupid if you try me
One of them ones where I’m from, know this sh!t’ll get slimy
Keep askin’ where I been, I’m on the interstate, grindin’
Stay down ’til you come up, that’s the process of shinin’
Know my b!tch bad, baby family come from the islands
You could tell I spent a lil’ bag the way that I’m stylin’
Yeah, superseded the limits that they bestowed upon me
Our brotherhood go off shots, you willin’ to throw about me
The low cloudy, my vision blurry, I’m seein’ doubles
My committee committed, I never seen ’em fumble
Triple doubles for nothin’, you know them boys retarded
Told the jeweler, baptize me in hella holy water
Life litty, we livin’ like it ain’t no tomorrow
Free the ones behind the wall, I pray you make it home
You can’t purchase this rank and you gotta take a soul
Tied in, can’t escape the hole (Uh)
Mathematics, what you n!ggas think this Drac”ll hold?
Upper body shots and fatal blows (Grrah)
Lack in traffic, you gon’ pay the toll (Grrah)
I led us to the final four, we ain’t gon’ play the roll
They would let me pop my sh!t if I wasn’t bangin’ pole
I’m out the womb wit’ it, bangin’ fours
sh!t for life, it don’t mistake at all, yeah
Ayy, quit rappin’ ’bout them bodies, you ain’t body nobody
sh!t, I’m twistin’ up biscotti while my b!tch do pilates
Got it on my person, sh!t, you’d be stupid if you try me
One of them ones where I’m from, know this sh!t’ll get slimy
Keep askin’ where I been, I’m on the interstate, grindin’
Stay down ’til you come up, that’s the process of shinin’
Know my b!tch bad, baby family come from the islands
You could tell I spent a lil’ bag the way that I’m stylin’