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Cell The Great Jay$ ENT You gone spin on who? Talking out your mouth Don't really know to who You gone spin on who? Don't know who you fucking with I keep one on the side Like John Wick You gone spin on who? Had the mustang The top I use to drop it Back in twenty one My life changed drastically We was masked up And I ain't talking robbery But I need everything All the cash and jewelry You gone spin on who? My bad I had a flashback You gone spin on who? I got a ichy finger I'm gone let it shot Man that bitch gone boom Like a war movie AR-15 me and her We got many story I remember the times When it was just me and her I just get to shooting I don't think first I told them I'm not normal WWF mankind I got a screw loose You a turn up missing I use to go to sleep Afghan's was sending missiles I had a twelve hours shift That's were my mind was at My brother getting took at night While they were showering An undiscrible fear That's what it feel like My mind having dream About dead people Like the sixth sense Yeah I see them frequently I don't fear nothing Not even dying In military you had to be like that That just became a nigga Who you was You had to be heartless Spin on me? Nigga I doubt it You gone spin on who? Talking out your mouth Don't really know to who You gone spin on who? Don't know who you fucking with I keep one on the side Like John Wick You gone spin on who? Had the mustang The top I use drop it Back in twenty one My life changed drastically We was masked up And I ain't talking robbery But I need everything All the cash and jewelry You gone spin on who? How you switch it off I think my switch broke I need electrician I be spazing out When shit ain't even that serious I don't know how to control it Most time I black out Guess it's a coping mechanisms I question my religion Six commandment Thou shalt not kill Nelly and Kelly You see my dilemma Times I ain't know who I was So high I can touch the moon I'm in the galaxies Thinking about a better me A time before I ever picked up A M-16 I though it be a paycheck But life don't live on paper Your life is really priceless Ain't no price is right shit Just trying to be righteous
Writer(s): Darcell Forrest Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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