Spin (Explicit)

Bless, Astro, you turn me up on this one
Th-th-th-th-think we found a loophole
Runnin' up these fuckin' bags on the interstate, we was tryna win
I done prayed so many fuckin' times for my fuckin' sins
Red light, green light, look both ways, they tryna spin
Red light, green light, look both ways, they tryna spin
Runnin' up them bands on the interstate, nigga, we was tryna win
I done prayed so many fuckin' times for all these fuckin' sins
Red light, green light, look both ways, they tryna spin
Red light, green light, look both ways, they tryna spin

Ice in my veins like D-Lo
The bald head gon' sing to the opp, feel like I'm CeeLo
Extensions on his head like Butler after the three-doe
I tried to trade my life for my brother's, but it got vetoed
Beat another case, call me Rico
Two shots after the contact, it's a free throw
Swimming in that pussy like I'm tryna find Nemo
Beloved, it ain't no resurrection after death
Trust it, seen him turn his right-hand man into a dust head
He need those benefits, couple hits free
He come back and leave a nigga rich
Calculated risk, but he gon' face him
Slithering through the garden like Satan
Bad bitches with no money, that's so basic
I opened doors for niggas, they couldn't see it
Need LASIK, tryna get this weight off
The plug invested in me, ain't no day-offs
Take it to another level like the playoffs

Running up these fucking bags on the interstate
We was tryna win, I done prayed so many fucking times For all my fucking sins
Red light, green light, look both ways, they tryna spin
Red light, green light, look both ways, they tryna spin
Running up them bands on the interstate
Nigga, we was tryna win
I done prayed so many fucking times
For all these fucking sins
Red light, green light, look both ways, they tryna spin
Red light, green light, look both ways, they tryna spin

This shit got messy, tryna kick it
Mr. Miyagi, we discipline shit
49s, Garoppolo, they missed him
Running through these trenches, I got turf toe
Put it on my back, this ain't no workload
This the type of shit real niggas work for
Running up them bands like a homecoming touchdown
R.I.P. on a T, he just tryna keep his soul around
We don't know how to grieve
I'm just tryna breathe
Lord, forgive me for my sins
I'm just tryna be me
Cause I survived where I shouldn't be
It ain't no face if you don't believe
Bury me at G
No switching sides, just free the Kulture till I D.I.E

Running up these fucking bands on the interstate
We was tryna win
I done prayed so many fucking times For all my fucking sins
Red light, green light, look both ways, they tryna spin
Red light, green light, look both ways, they tryna spin
Running up them bands on the interstate
Nigga, we was tryna win, I done prayed so many fucking times
For all these fucking sins
Red light, green light, look both ways, they tryna spin
Red light, green light, look both ways, they tryna spin
BLESSED