Rich Spirit

Takin' my baby to school, then I pray for her 'Cause you bitches ain't never been cool, writin' testament Paintin' pictures, put me in the Louvre, that's a definite Universal shift, I'm in a groove and celebrity do not mean integrity, you fool I'm a good man, shakin' hand, firm grip rule 72 ways, lost ten, ballin' with the flu More than two M's for a show, but add another two Hmm, lil' Man-Man, the big mans, the GT diamond flippin' the kickstand (ooh) Rich nigga, broke phone (ah) Tryna keep the balance, I'm stayin' strong (ooh) Stop playin' with me 'fore I turn you to a song (yeah) Stop playin' with me 'fore I turn you to a song (ooh) Ayy, bitch, I'm attractive (ah) Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fastin', ugh (ooh) Bitch, I'm attractive (ah, ah, ah, ah) Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fastin', ugh The morality can wait, feedback on low latency I'm glitchin' from the face as my thoughts grow sacredly I'm runnin' out of space, ask Whitney she okay Never mind a hundred K, why you lyin' on Benjamin? He turnin' in his grave I'd be lyin' if I said I wouldn't give this shit away The aloof Buddha, I'm Christ with a shooter Praise to Muhammad, I might nigga-news you AP Michael Freeman, my friends cooler Primary, so the resale value stupid I would never live my life on the computer IG'll get you life for a chikabooya More power to ya, love 'em from a distance Why you always in the mirror more than the bitches? And my cousin tried to sue me like he got the privilege But I didn't lose sleep 'cause I got the spirit, ayy (ooh) Rich nigga, broke phone (ah) Tryna keep the balance, I'm stayin' strong (ooh) Stop playin' with me 'fore I turn you to a song (yeah) Stop playin' with me 'fore I turn you to a song (ooh) Ayy, bitch, I'm attractive (ah) Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fastin', ugh (ooh) Bitch, I'm attractive (ah, ah, ah, ah) Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fastin', ugh Frat brother, real nigga, that brother We just upped the score, give me dap, brother Spirit medium, I don't rap, brother We headed there now, are you strapped brother? Ayy, peacemaker, but I'm not naive, brother Ayy, gotta watch your homies and police, brother Ayy, clout chasin' hell of a disease, brother I'm fastin' four days out the week, brother I pray to God that you realize the entourage is dead I pray to God that you not lackin' when you off the meds I pray to God she know them Cabo trips don't last forever Bet she argue with her mama, go and get them kids I pray to God you actually pray when somebody dies Thoughts and prayers way better off timelines False claimin' not cute, I'm mortified The new Earth in hot pursuit, two-hundred lives (ooh) Rich nigga, broke phone (ah) Tryna keep the balance, I'm stayin' strong (ooh) Stop playin' with me 'fore I turn you to a song (yeah) Stop playin' with me 'fore I turn you to a song (ooh) Ayy, bitch, I'm attractive (ah) Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fastin', ugh (ooh) Bitch, I'm attractive (ah, ah, ah, ah) Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fastin', ugh