Spirits

You follow through the new age teaching
You find out that masters are those who uh
Take control of spirits
Bitch I'm the shit with the stick
Bitch I'm the shit with the stick
Bitch I'm the shit with the stick
Bitch I'm the shit with the stick
I got my spirits
(I got my spirits)
I got my spirits
(Woah)
Count your minutes
(Count your minutes)
Bitch you're finished
Look at the money I'm making
Look at the bread that I'm breaking
Look at that blessing I'm praising
They come to me I ain't chasing
She want a ring ain't no wedding
She telling me pop the question
Talk of the town ain't no texting
Yeah her legs get to spreading
These past few days I've been stressing
Every step I feel the tension
In my DM's ain't no mention
Every day I be checkin'
Waiting for you to send a message
Yeah you know I feel the damage
(I feel the damage)
Bitch I'm the shit with the stick
Bitch I'm the shit with the stick
Bitch I'm the shit with the stick
Bitch I'm the shit with the stick
I got my spirits
(I got my spirits)
I got my spirits
(Woah)
Count your minutes
(Count your minutes)
Bitch you're finished
Brodie come in he come passin' the stick
We burn em' like rubber we burn like a wick
That money too sweet so we hittin' a lick
We getting this bread like we at a picnic
I got demons and spirits so tell me you hear it
I've been doing it wrong but I can admit it
Moar and Uni on song
To the grind we committed
To the end and I'm finished
Drip like Gunna I'm fitted
113 on my back and you know
I'm like Jimmy with the blast I gotta go
Bitch I'm the shit with the stick
Bitch I'm the shit with the stick
Bitch I'm the shit with the stick
Bitch I'm the shit with the stick
I got my spirits
(I got my spirits)
I got my spirits
(I got my spirits)
Count your minutes
(Count your minutes)
She wanna ride with Me and Uni
Lil bitch don't know this a 2 seat
Beat your ass ain't talking Bruce Lee
Reminiscing feel like Toosi
Won't fuck that girl I'm hella choosy
We on that Tour Llif3 ain't no Uzi
(Skrt)
We on that Tour Llif3 ain't no Uzi
Bitch I'm dead like wade okay
Dump truck she got cake okay
Shoot my shot like fade away
I get paid like straight away
I'm so sick like plague okay
But I'm up like motivate
Diamonds yellow lemonade
Too much money I'm overpaid
Bitch I'm the shit with the stick
Bitch I'm the shit with the stick
Bitch I'm the shit with the stick
Bitch I'm the shit with the stick
I got my spirits
(I got my spirits)
I got my spirits
(Woah)
Count your minutes
(Count your minutes)
Bitch you're finished
Bitch I'm the shit with the stick
Bitch I'm the shit with the stick
(Yeah)
Bitch I'm the shit with the stick
Bitch I'm the shit with the stick
I got my spirits
I got my spirits
Uh, Uh
What you do with your brain
Has a direct correlation to where you
Going to spend eternity



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Writer(s): Chris Speck, Uni Siere
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