Spirit

I remember when I ain't have shit bitch
I was sleeping on a air fucking mattress bitch
Out in LA with neon smoking gas lil bitch
Me, Kyle and Jeron out in traffic bitch

If we beefing bet not catch you with them
You be short to throw a punch
But you not destine with them
Trash talk brash talk
Fuck you pussy ass
You be quick to pull a gun
But you not pushy ass

Pray to Jah
That these niggas die off
Times up
If my fucking time dog
Every day for four months
I ain't take no time off
Me Ky in the basement
We was working nodding off
Off the work
Ten tracks felt seven days a week
I ain't get no fucking sleep
Two girlfriends every four months
Still ain't reach the fucking peak
Pillow talking on my name
As if they'll receive the fame
I'm just tryna get paid
Cause I ain't eat in fucking days

If we beefing bet not catch you with them
You be quick to throw a punch
But you not destine with them
Trash talk brash talk
Fuck you pussy ass
You be quick to pull a gun
But you not pushy ass



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Writer(s): Mekhi Wheeler-fayson
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