Spiritual

Silence, as I roll this herb
Fuck what you know, fuck what you heard
Really
Uh, just cracked open this cold can, it's my fucking loot bag, my OG
Got me off my rocker

Uh, master sermons, kush scar for the lyrical (Right)
Roll up a lizzo, it's about to get spiritual (Uh)
Faith in the man upstairs, never a miracle
My beliefs is bigger than you, not being biblical (Really)
Top tier eyes of the piers, I came to finish you (I came to finish you)
Bar searches, pierest elites, they never mention you (They nevеr mention you)
Still this shit refurbish a little, that's what thеy tend to do
This shotty got a couple of bodies and an extendo too
Hole or hate, holing up that Kobe state
A hundred for truffle pasta four hundred for Kobe states
Most of these niggas trash that you overrate (Right)
DZA been the goat, it's cool, you know the slate (Really)
I seen this 20/20 out these vintage Carti's
OG pack flipper, this is vintage Hardis
Hit the box with the symptom bomb, on the highway I'm the ten flaw Don, uh

Master sermons, kush scar for the lyrical (For the lyrical)
Roll up a lizzo, it's about to get spiritual, right, it's about to get spiritual, uh
It's about to get–uh
Master sermons, kush scar for the lyrical (For the lyrical)
Roll up a lizzo, it's about to get spiritual, right, it's about to get spiritual



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Writer(s): Sean Pompey, Steven D. Bingley-ellison
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