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Chow Mane - Shinies Freestyle Lyrics



Chow Mane - Shinies Freestyle Lyrics




The light been peeking through my window
But he can't shine as bright as me, I think I'm sensing jealousy
Smiling feeling cozy like I'm playing a Nintendo
But I'm just off the indo, and chillin' with my kinfolk
That's why I'm feeling good and listening to instrumentals
I made this beat 2 years ago, I call it a memento
Of just how far I came, since 2014
Back when I was just nineteen, writing raps and selling tree
Actually, buying weed from people's park and then reselling it for cheap
Almost made enough finessing could'a bought me new Supreme
But instead, bought a microphone, tall as Cee-Lo Green
Hear it now, on this track, yeah, bih that's me, ooh
Momma packed my lunch, I'm in the 8th grade
I'm listening to The College Dropout playing on my GBA
That Emerald Version, while I wrote my first verses 'bout
2008, right before the third Carter out
Hold up, damn
That shit was legendary
Got me far from ordinary, think my flavor very berry
Lemon lime, blue razz, tell me how you do that
I'm okay with taking L's, take your W back
Like you only got 2, but you tryna use the internet
Young Chow Mane, bitch I'm sharp like an intersect
I respect you but I don't like you like insects
Saw you looking at some mean things up on Pinterest
Said some dumb shit on Instagram thought it was funny
"Love you long time" or "something something sucky sucky"
Your breath look stinky and your face look like a buttcheek
I been eating corn and mashed potatoes from Kentucky
Packed a bag of sauce and burrito that's from La Costa
Get my chips and bread up and also a bit of pasta
East side San Jose is where I stay
My homie family the Triads but he tryna be an engineer
Ain't it really something when you thinking and your head is clear
Ain't it something else when you been thinking but you high as hell
I support my culture I buy Bape I don't buy YSL
Do it for my friends and fans and family and clientele, might as well
Ooh, hold up, damn, who the f*ck, is this man
How he spit, like the champ, but he look like Jackie Chan
Cooking food, on the Gram, he's so fly, can he land
No he can't, emergency, give me the back up plan
K hold up, what it say?
You better land this plane
You think that's it's a game until you realize no one playing
And not even yourself, so what you saying?
I'm tryna get the payout so I need you to be paying
Attention, and that way we don't have to be debating
If hip hop has gone foul and if that foul flagrant
My food really fragrant
My pork red, my money green, my skin yellow, but I do not look like a Jamaican
I look like I'm Chinese because I'm Chinese
My whole childhood was spent collecting shinies
Take ya favorite number, multiply it by 3
Multiply it by a million, how much money I need
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The light been peeking through my window
But he can't shine as bright as me, I think I'm sensing jealousy
Smiling feeling cozy like I'm playing a Nintendo
But I'm just off the indo, and chillin' with my kinfolk
That's why I'm feeling good and listening to instrumentals
I made this beat 2 years ago, I call it a memento
Of just how far I came, since 2014
Back when I was just nineteen, writing raps and selling tree
Actually, buying weed from people's park and then reselling it for cheap
Almost made enough finessing could'a bought me new Supreme
But instead, bought a microphone, tall as Cee-Lo Green
Hear it now, on this track, yeah, bih that's me, ooh
Momma packed my lunch, I'm in the 8th grade
I'm listening to The College Dropout playing on my GBA
That Emerald Version, while I wrote my first verses 'bout
2008, right before the third Carter out
Hold up, damn
That shit was legendary
Got me far from ordinary, think my flavor very berry
Lemon lime, blue razz, tell me how you do that
I'm okay with taking L's, take your W back
Like you only got 2, but you tryna use the internet
Young Chow Mane, bitch I'm sharp like an intersect
I respect you but I don't like you like insects
Saw you looking at some mean things up on Pinterest
Said some dumb shit on Instagram thought it was funny
"Love you long time" or "something something sucky sucky"
Your breath look stinky and your face look like a buttcheek
I been eating corn and mashed potatoes from Kentucky
Packed a bag of sauce and burrito that's from La Costa
Get my chips and bread up and also a bit of pasta
East side San Jose is where I stay
My homie family the Triads but he tryna be an engineer
Ain't it really something when you thinking and your head is clear
Ain't it something else when you been thinking but you high as hell
I support my culture I buy Bape I don't buy YSL
Do it for my friends and fans and family and clientele, might as well
Ooh, hold up, damn, who the f*ck, is this man
How he spit, like the champ, but he look like Jackie Chan
Cooking food, on the Gram, he's so fly, can he land
No he can't, emergency, give me the back up plan
K hold up, what it say?
You better land this plane
You think that's it's a game until you realize no one playing
And not even yourself, so what you saying?
I'm tryna get the payout so I need you to be paying
Attention, and that way we don't have to be debating
If hip hop has gone foul and if that foul flagrant
My food really fragrant
My pork red, my money green, my skin yellow, but I do not look like a Jamaican
I look like I'm Chinese because I'm Chinese
My whole childhood was spent collecting shinies
Take ya favorite number, multiply it by 3
Multiply it by a million, how much money I need
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Writer: CHARLES ZHI-KANG YAN
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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Performed By: Chow Mane
Length: 2:36
Written by: CHARLES ZHI-KANG YAN

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