(Damjonboi)

Spin, fuck it, I'ma drop again

I hope God forgive me for my sins

I ain't trippin' on no L's, that's the recipe for wins

Hit the booth and paint a picture, I ain't gotta use no pen

Had the vision of this shit way before I had the dreads

We was still pourin' Act', we wasn't fuckin' with no reg'

Chop got a kickstand, yeah, that bitch came with the legs

Still fuck the opps, and free my brother out the feds

**** still hatin' 'round this bitch, they just be tryin' shit

Amiri jeans stuffed with them racks, and I ain't buyin' shit

**** keep on runnin' off with bags, that's why they dyin' quick

I got real shooters 'round me, bitch, and they be fryin' shit

Hm, okay, I lied

You ain't slide for your mans, like it's okay, he died

I ain't never fucked this bitch, but she gon' say she mine

Shot him in the chest, the bullets traveled to his spine

She keep tryna give me the pussy, I've been on my grind

Lost bro, it feel like I'm runnin' out of time

Been through Hell and back, now it's time for me to shine

Sometimes I feel like God tryna send me a sign

Yeah

Both pockets stuffed, bitch, don't play with me, I'm cut

Last bag dropped, throw some Forgis on the truck (Fuck it)

Drop the next bag on an opp and get him touched (Fuck it)

R.I.P. to Kobe, yeah, I came through in the clutch

Ayy, find me some drank, I'm tryna sip somethin' (Yeah)

**** wastin' money sendin' shooters that can't hit nothin' (Fuck)

Hell yeah, I still be in my hood, bitch, I been thuggin'

Hell nah, I ain't hit your bitch, but she been fuckin'

Drop another tape, I could make my fans overdose (Yeah)

Why the fuck that **** tryna diss me and he know he broke?

Cap ****, lyin' on my name, I don't know them folks

You got them people thinkin' that you trappin', you ain't sellin' dope

Jumped off the plane, let me pull up on my baby

You must've grew up in the trailer parks, bitch, you shady

You really thought that was my last album, bitch, you crazy

In the club rainin' like they paid me