SPIRITUAL

(Coupe)

I'm from the land where teens tote
Tighten up or get free smoke
I'ma star with that fire
I stay in beast mode, niggas robbin' in each zone
The risk is high, the ravens is cheap though
Let me know, I can link, bro
I stick to the code and to the cheat codes 'cause it's easy to reload
It's GTA in the 6
No ETA, bitch, I'm here
Never restate what I hear
Hope the haters can heal
They hurtin' they ankles havin' to stay on they heels
Testin' my mental
Testin' the Smith on my hip
New testament, bitch, I'm hymn
Bestin' the best, know I'm best for the belt
I'm all you hear in the whip
Racks in the bank
Risin' up rapidly, step on a rapper with rank
Chopper attached with the blades
Choppin' the grass with the blades to rattle the snakes (choo, choo, choo, choo)
My niggas lit ain't no matchin' the gang
Y'all niggas lit like a match in the rain
Wet up your team, like a match in the rain
Back in days, back of the class, I would daze
Vision imagining fame
I was a mannequin, standing on gang
I never panicked, I managed the pain
Then I became (then I became)
The man I was planning to be
I done adapted to havin' this cream
You gettin' cream, but it's vanishing cream

Fucking this spiritual ho
Switchin' my gear in the 4
Scratch off the serial, niggas is toast
Ain't got no fear in a foe
Look out 12 when I'm steering this ho
Scratch off the serial, niggas is toast