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Outshine (Trap Anthem) 1 by Aspire

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Outshine (Trap Anthem) 1

Hip Hop Trap

0:002:08
Lyrics
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Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah Streetlight glare, seem breathin'
Eye-to-eye heart, let it speak, let it lead in Ad-libs — yeah, burn it out
Step on scene, heat on my wire, kicks hit, hippie in a waist, spit fire
Crack pavement, self-graced scene, DMV, block to block, report the scene, we feed the need
Church below, under a face like grout, headwind, hop on the stairs, don't bow
Stance that back, cat-trips, cut clean, voice like weather, startin' a scene on me
I carry roots while you chase constellations Hands in the soil, buildin' new foundations
No sugar coat in concrete and thunder Every water bowl, every step, oh, wonder
Ad-libs!
Yeah, let's go, whoo!
Count the nights, we never fold Pressure makes diamonds, pressure makes gold
Church below, 808 code Hold the line, watch the story flow
I'll shine on the night I'll shine on the skyline
Ad-libs!
Oh, yeah
Snap the page, flip script, lyrical vandal Rhyme artillery pack, light the handle
Slide on the 808, low and blind I had triplet hearts sing to the rhyme
String like glare, paints the scars like medals We hustle fake dirt, hope up from the kettles
Soulful gospel, under the trap, cold feet Raw rope, a raw truth, knockin' on defeat
Keep your eyes on the ground where the roots tie down
I hold the map while you lurk with the crown Pitch the top on shine, double than time
Ad-libs, spread it like bullets, yeah, we all in front
In the end
Count the nights, we never fold
Pressure makes diamonds, pressure makes gold
I'll shine on the night I'll shine on the skyline
Ad-libs!
Oh, yeah
Snap the page, flip script, lyrical vandal
Rhyme artillery pack, light the handle
Slide on the 808, low and blind I had triplet hearts sing to the rhyme
String like glare, paints the scars like medals
We hustle fake dirt, hope up from the kettles
Solidarity, it's the same old, same old
Pressure makes diamonds, pressure makes gold
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