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[Verse 1]

I'm the maestro, you up in the stands

You should clap your hands when I orchestrate

Running ice so put it in my hands

I'll take you to the land that the coaches pray for

Dreamville, my team so ill that all make heat and we all get paid for it

Rock stages and back stage it was your dream girl she gone wait for us

Two years ago Cole told me bro you gonna blow, just wait for it

So I hone my craft, wasn't a forward of cash

Put my heart of wax I was made for it

Then I wrote a track and he fucked with that

And we shot a vid and he paid for it

It's that organic me and rappers, me and them not the same story

I traveled the atlas before I was rapping

The king was what my parents raised for

Lost in the traffic but my city [?]

Started trap just to pay for it

A pair of new kicks, hoes stay at my wrist

Didn't impress all them chicks that I craved for

Now I don't even need to say shit

Bitch need I say more? (nah)

This my personal life this a personal right

You can turn from the light then shine on niggas like a baby at birth

Just peeped this first bit of life

Right

[Bridge]

Shine, Shine

Shine, Shine

[Verse 2]

Can't block it where the E clips?