spawn point

Circle just got smaller, cut a loser out today
About to tell em what you did, so there's nothing left to say
Bought Raw Black Papers, lungs got something left to spray
Back to dreams I gotta shine, dreams of stadiums to play
I just might
Shut my fucking city down
Just might
Shut my fucking city down
Just might
Shut my fucking city down

Ay
Cooking with my left wrist that's Bay Area the Based God taught me how
Sol Food with the ponche, there's a sideshow in the town
If you're looking for the circus, pd cruisers packed with clowns
They're so desperate for applause that they used up all the rounds
Boot lickin lil NIMBYs always scared to come outside"But these criminals are" Nah can't listen even if I tried
It's that living cost y'all raised, but fear's been teaching y'all to hide
Stacking presidential green don't mean a thing when coffins ride
Not a dime
You could bring
Shut the fuck up, who asked you a thing?
(415) our digits, hear those rings
Money loves to talk cause it can't sing
Now back to that loser, hope my dull words don't sting
Why'd you touch that girl with no consent you fucking bum?
Then blocked the friends who knew you did it, I guess cowards love to run
Oh you say you're the victim? Yeah, of being fucking dumb
And you wanna be a therapist? Nah you just need one
Threaten me? Fuck you. Eat dirt
Dancing on your grave till my motherfucking feet hurt
You're spineless, stay home, my town, spawn point
Cruising through my streets with a long joint where I just might

Shut my fucking city down
Just might
Shut my fucking city down
Just might
Shut my fucking city down



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Writer(s): Will Godbey
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