Spiritual Element (feat. B Nation)
Do you consider the Spiritual Element
Yin Yang
Oh hey
I Gotta new sound, yeah I am testing it
No way
You sound like a rebound, you are not relevant
Do you consider the Spiritual Element
Stopped all the trapping
Hop in the studio, now I am selling it
Being embarrassed, It Shows you your challenges
Rather emotions, that aren't balancing
Humidity
Thats where talent sits
Humility
No more regretting it
Packing the bowl, flicking the bic
Smoked too much, my head is a brick
Question the universe
Or nah
Ill just apostrophe it
Accent to it
Lets go Braves, I Tomahawk it
Fresh off the cruise ship, Bahama it
Gas in the whip
Look at you losing, I'll help ya win
With whatever artist or brand
Grow together got business plans
Folks from here to way in Japan
MVbeach, my feet in the sand
Figure of speech
I'm Literally making these bands
As I spit on these beats
No money in hand, All in Web3
I want the game and Im playing for keeps
Her brain insane and she drip in the sheets
No pain no gain
Fuck a system belief
No pain no gain
Fuck a system belief
All in my lane
I don't need yo T
Shed that ego
Love your people
Hit you ya home run
Dont be too base-ic
You'll lose your placement
Deeper the problems the more i'm gon face em
I turn to solve em
Y'all bout sweet as some sugar
The game gon dissolve ya
I am not shopping but I got a target
Y'all too copycat you are a Larson
No more sidelines I just Brett Farve it
Aye Cut me on I vocal carve it
Beats are delicious, mm yeah I am starving
I like the part when soul is darkened
I learned my talents
I learned my balance
From being knocked down
What is Life now without a challenge
Balance the hype now avoid the malice
Oh hey
I Gotta new sound, yeah I am testing it
No way
You sound like a rebound, you are not relevant
Do you consider the Spiritual Element
Stopped all the trapping
Hop in the studio, now I am selling it
Being embarrassed, It Shows you your challenges
Rather emotions, that aren't balancing
Humidity
Thats where talent sits
Humility
No more regretting it
Packing the bowl, flicking the bic
Smoked too much, my head is a brick
Question the universe
Or nah
Ill just apostrophe it
Accent to it
Ooooookay
B Nation on the beat
I'm bringing elegance
All of you rappers too delicate
Sellin your soul not selling out shows
Im in control all in my zone
You know that I'm Manifesting
Stacking up and I am collecting
Move right get left, I go up
I'm so ambidextrous
No stress pull through
I see the truth
I see it in full
I see it in Weight
I see it stack up
Head right to the bank
Load up the cash in the back of the coupe
Shout my success from the top of the roof
You holding up red then I'll be the bull
You trying to flex and thinking that's cool
This ain't tug of war cause I got the pull
Yeah I'm walk-in around like I done this before
Cause when you know shit
You feel like you own shit
This how you get motion
That's my Spiritual Notion
Ooh ooh ooh
Oh hey
I Gotta new sound, yeah I am testing it
No way
You sound like a rebound, you are not relevant
Do you consider the Spiritual Element
Stopped all the trapping
Hop in the studio, now I am selling it
Being embarrassed, It shows you your challenges
Rather emotions, that aren't balancing
Humidity
Thats where talent sits
Humility
No more regretting it
Packing the bowl, flicking the bic
Smoked too much, my head is a brick
Question the universe
Or nah
Ill just apostrophe it
Accent to it
Yin Yang
Oh hey
I Gotta new sound, yeah I am testing it
No way
You sound like a rebound, you are not relevant
Do you consider the Spiritual Element
Stopped all the trapping
Hop in the studio, now I am selling it
Being embarrassed, It Shows you your challenges
Rather emotions, that aren't balancing
Humidity
Thats where talent sits
Humility
No more regretting it
Packing the bowl, flicking the bic
Smoked too much, my head is a brick
Question the universe
Or nah
Ill just apostrophe it
Accent to it
Lets go Braves, I Tomahawk it
Fresh off the cruise ship, Bahama it
Gas in the whip
Look at you losing, I'll help ya win
With whatever artist or brand
Grow together got business plans
Folks from here to way in Japan
MVbeach, my feet in the sand
Figure of speech
I'm Literally making these bands
As I spit on these beats
No money in hand, All in Web3
I want the game and Im playing for keeps
Her brain insane and she drip in the sheets
No pain no gain
Fuck a system belief
No pain no gain
Fuck a system belief
All in my lane
I don't need yo T
Shed that ego
Love your people
Hit you ya home run
Dont be too base-ic
You'll lose your placement
Deeper the problems the more i'm gon face em
I turn to solve em
Y'all bout sweet as some sugar
The game gon dissolve ya
I am not shopping but I got a target
Y'all too copycat you are a Larson
No more sidelines I just Brett Farve it
Aye Cut me on I vocal carve it
Beats are delicious, mm yeah I am starving
I like the part when soul is darkened
I learned my talents
I learned my balance
From being knocked down
What is Life now without a challenge
Balance the hype now avoid the malice
Oh hey
I Gotta new sound, yeah I am testing it
No way
You sound like a rebound, you are not relevant
Do you consider the Spiritual Element
Stopped all the trapping
Hop in the studio, now I am selling it
Being embarrassed, It Shows you your challenges
Rather emotions, that aren't balancing
Humidity
Thats where talent sits
Humility
No more regretting it
Packing the bowl, flicking the bic
Smoked too much, my head is a brick
Question the universe
Or nah
Ill just apostrophe it
Accent to it
Ooooookay
B Nation on the beat
I'm bringing elegance
All of you rappers too delicate
Sellin your soul not selling out shows
Im in control all in my zone
You know that I'm Manifesting
Stacking up and I am collecting
Move right get left, I go up
I'm so ambidextrous
No stress pull through
I see the truth
I see it in full
I see it in Weight
I see it stack up
Head right to the bank
Load up the cash in the back of the coupe
Shout my success from the top of the roof
You holding up red then I'll be the bull
You trying to flex and thinking that's cool
This ain't tug of war cause I got the pull
Yeah I'm walk-in around like I done this before
Cause when you know shit
You feel like you own shit
This how you get motion
That's my Spiritual Notion
Ooh ooh ooh
Oh hey
I Gotta new sound, yeah I am testing it
No way
You sound like a rebound, you are not relevant
Do you consider the Spiritual Element
Stopped all the trapping
Hop in the studio, now I am selling it
Being embarrassed, It shows you your challenges
Rather emotions, that aren't balancing
Humidity
Thats where talent sits
Humility
No more regretting it
Packing the bowl, flicking the bic
Smoked too much, my head is a brick
Question the universe
Or nah
Ill just apostrophe it
Accent to it
Credits
Writer(s): Blake Hulett, Weston Warncke
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