Keep Shining Lyrics - The Crown - Z-ro

Listen to "Keep Shining" 

"Keep Shining" 

(feat. Chris Ward) 

Yeah yeah you know us, rings on top of rings 

Chains on top of chains, don't watch us watch the watches 

King Tut status haha, Mob Style Music 

King of Da Ghetto Entertainment, Chris Wizzard 

Z-Ro the Mo City Don, yeah 

Shine shine shine shine 

It seem like that's all I do 

Nothing but money on my mind mind mind 

I won't except a million bucks, if I can get two 

I think I'ma let my top back let the sun on in, see me riding 

I'm a motherfucking gangsta, you ain't gon' ever see me hiding 

Let's see fifteen around my left, twenty eight around my right 

Fifty more around my neck and eight around my finger, I am a light 

King George that's the homie, King Johnny that's the homie 

Everytime I come around, they like that's Z-Ro that's the homie 

When I come out I'ma be shining, harder than when I went in 

I'm glowing, now all I gotta do is rolling and po'ing 

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Keep shining, King Johnny I need another piece and chain in my life 

Keep shining, most people addicted to drugs me I'm addicted to ice 

Keep shining, V.I.P. I never stand in a line 

Keep on shining, like sunlight dipped in chrome shining like sunlight dipped in chrome 

Fuck the straight my swag on the scene, like it's a symphony 

Flash my rocks across the screens, like Pimp C it's the pimp in me 

Kids love the style, I ain't lying ask Timothy 

He'll tell ya mama let C. Wigga play, there'll be no simp in me 

Drankie Mulla Frankie Mulla, why you think you cooler 

Ice nice and when all the lights on, it can't be cooler 

That ain't no real bright, than why you got a janky jeweler 

You can't smell drank on my breath, cause of that stanky fooler 

Sports car no sports bra, for the sports bar 

This what you think we got in the back, the way we po' up bar 

Promethazine'ing gangsta leaning, hella-clean 

Diamonds blinging felony fresh, you misdemeaning 

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I'm feeling so fly, I'm standing outside in my Polo Ro 

Man and horse from head to toe, I ain't got nothing but Polo on 

This beat so jamming I said to myself, self this one you should go solo on 

But Chris Ward is a brother from another mother, so I'ma put my lil' bro-bro on 

Damn King Johnny, I can't see no mo' 

Everytime the sun reflect off my watch, vision will be no mo' 

And that shit in the middle of the mall ain't glowing, quite like these hoes glow 

They can sell that trash to you, but I bet they can't sell it to Z-Ro though 

I rock them blue and them yellow diamonds, and that old school gold that's right that old shit 

I ain't gotta be out in the sun either, my shit shine at fo' in the morning 

If I want it then I don't give a damn what it cost, I'm just gon' get it 

Real ice is almost like real ice, I can keep my drink cold with it