SPIRIT

Woah woah woah woah

Yeah

How you gone switch on me?
Catch a opp, I got this glock
And that's a victory
Madina held me down she don't know how much that meant to me
Why we never worked?
That shit a mystery

Yeah
I go ghost and get distant
Shit go south, I hit the road
I can't resist it
10 toes never fold under no condition
And I got this pole I let it blow if it's suspicions
10 bands 20 bands 30 bands
Counting all this dough bitch I got dirty hands
Watch how you walk up cus I got opps
I almost hurt a fan
He tryna diss me on the gram I'm tryna murder him

He tryna diss me on the socials
Staking out the cribs in Cali
We be watching for the postals
I ain't tryna wife you shawty
I ain't doing no proposals
But we can vibe I'm in the city
Imma hit you when I'm local
Buy up all the guns don't care the total
I like revolvers leave no casings bitch I'm old school
If you get booked you take them cases that's a know rule
We bout to make it I can taste it
This shit long due

I can taste this shit
Try to test me you ain't acing it
Me and bro back to back in them lambs
We was racing it
Don't fuck around city to city we was made for this
Turn up the city when I leave she wanna come with me
Look what you done to me
I need ya company
But just keep it on the low let's do it subtly
And they left me all alone
They changed so suddenly

How you gone switch on me?
Catch a opp, I got this glock
And that's a victory
Madinah held me down she don't know how much that meant to me
Why we never worked?
That shit a mystery

Yeah
I go ghost and get distant
Shit go south, I hit the road
I can't resist it
10 toes never fold under no condition
And I got this pole I let it blow if it's suspicions
10 bands 20 bands 30 bands
Counting all this dough bitch I got dirty hands
Watch how you walk up cus I got opps
I almost hurt a fan
He tryna diss me on the gram I'm tryna murder him



Credits
Writer(s): Nassir Eggleston
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