SKATE/SPIRAL

Yea
Look, look
Yea, yea

Out the gate with it, all my youngins slip and slide we in the skates with it
Jump the porch I got to grindin' ain' a case with me
I'ma go head hit rewind I flip the table on em'
When the tables turn he gon get that face on em'
It's a Young Jacko World I told her hop off
I'ma go head press record I got the block buzzin'
All my youngins like my brothers, knock the block off
All my youngins powered up they go head take the top off

What the move, what it do?
Told that little bitty hoe she gotta shoo yea
He keep talking hella silly what it do (yea, yea)
That boy a hoe, he keep actin' like he shoot (pow, pow)
Bitch what, bitch huh, bitch who?
Who flip bags on the daily? Not you
Who really do this music? Not you
Told that girl

Asked the bitch why she talking on me
Ian never fed a thing so quit talkin' bout me
Only thing I'm hungry for is this bread I'ma butter
Dat boy ice cold, cold like Wop in December
Fucked up I'ma go crash out'
Ian driving' on a bottle but these drugs took route
Swervin, mission potholes, I can't figure it out
I keep spinnin' in a spiral, I can't figure it out

Praise the lord keep me solid, I can't figure it out
Fiends keep on watchin' Ian have no doubt
If I die young, crash out, don't be surprised
All my day one youngins still willin' to ride
All these songs and these lyrics ain' come from a lie
Hop out lit, I can't worry, we just livin' to die
Takin shots at my life, he gon redo it right
Callin' on my spirit said it all fore' I died

Fucked up I'ma go crash out'
Ian driving' on a bottle but these drugs took route
Swervin, mission potholes, I can't figure it out
I keep spinnin' in a spiral, I can't figure it out

(Fucked up, f-f-fucked up)
(Ian drivin' on a bottle but these drugs took route)
(I can't-I can't figure it out)
(Figure it out, f-f-figure it out)



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Hadlock, Jackson Gray
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