[Hook]

I’m shinin' man, I got a lot of flavor

I got a lot of fans, I got a lot of haters

Don’t got a lot of time, don’t wanna be a player

‘Cause this game so cold and you know I’m shinin' man

I got a lot of flavor, I got a lot of fans

I got a lot of haters, don’t got a lot of time

Don’t wanna be a player ‘cause this game so cold

[Verse 1]

That local only crowd actin' like they know me now

I’ve already passed that stage, welcome to the bonus round

See, I’m just stackin' up them points for my high score

These rhyming dinosaurs ridin' round in eyesores

But I soar become what you hear

‘Cause you don’t even need ‘em out

Now watch me weed ‘em out

I got my garden sheers, I got my hands dirty

Yes, I’m the hardest here, break out the band for me

I’m 'bout to rock out like it’s ‘99

Labels wanna sign me, fine

Swag of Dre and Mighty Eye

Watch me redefine the grind

Simply went in search for the best production that I could find

Scribbled the sickest, most disgustin' lyrics I have designed

Teaching ‘em how to fear

Look around like now we here

Beat the beat like house of fear

Reach my peak like mountain ears

First your eyes, now your ears

Then your wallet, then your soul

Tellin' friends ain’t optional, new version of rock and roll

[Hook]

I’m shinin' man, I got a lot of flavor

I got a lot of fans, I got a lot of haters

Don’t got a lot of time, don’t wanna be a player

‘Cause this game so cold and you know I’m shinin' man

I got a lot of flavor, I got a lot of fans

I got a lot of haters, don’t got a lot of time

Don’t wanna be a player ‘cause this game so cold

[Verse 2]

Back when I was indie, I just wanted to be major

I bet when I am major, I will want to become bigger

Haters gonna treat me like the one that got away

I just want my microphone to be famous as Bono's shades

‘Cause when I get to rappin', I’m like Dr. Manhattan

I make a world outta dust kinda like an attic

I make something from nothin' but I’m still cumbersome

‘Cause in the perfect world, M.O.P would be number one

I let the drummer drum, I let the league play

I let the beat breathe, I’m feelin' me today

I let 9th talk, bottom of the 9th walk

No fathers to my style, it came up off the sidewalk

Like I pop a wheelie, even your mama feel me

Dirty as Akinyele, livin' like Makaveli

Apparently I’m dead but nobody stopped to tell me

So I'mma keep on livin' it up ‘cause

[Hook]

I’m shinin' man, I got a lot of flavor

I got a lot of fans, I got a lot of haters

Don’t got a lot of time, don’t wanna be a player

‘Cause this game so cold and you know I’m shinin' man

I got a lot of flavor, I got a lot of fans

I got a lot of haters, don’t got a lot of time

Don’t wanna be a player ‘cause this game so cold

[Verse 3]

I’m shinin', I’m glistenin'

I’ve been droppin' jewels since metaphors was the in-thing

And even when it went out, I still pull my pen out

And hit the open mics till the club told me "get out!"

I was dues payin', now I’m Bobby Boucherin'

All these rappers fake here, they toupeein'

And we wonder why pause is the new sayin'

‘Cause these brothers funnier than two Wayans

I ain’t about jokes, I’m stone-faced

I’m doing 90 on a back street with no brakes

You eating up my time, I’m throwin' peace in your face

You a business man, be brief with your case

I’m five seconds from fame, a minute from legendary

An hour from makin' my life sweeter than Ben and Jerry’s

I’m ‘bout to live forever like the fame song

People used to say my name wrong, now

[Hook]

I’m shinin' man, I got a lot of flavor

I got a lot of fans, I got a lot of haters

Don’t got a lot of time, don’t wanna be a player

‘Cause this game so cold and you know I’m shinin' man

I got a lot of flavor, I got a lot of fans

I got a lot of haters, don’t got a lot of time

Don’t wanna be a player ‘cause this game so cold