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Spin the Bottle

Album: The Thrill of the Hunt 2 Durasi: 2:15

Trust gang shit, nigga

Look...

A real boss can't agree before you walk on your feet

You gotta crawl and know how to take a loss or defeat

They say you make your own bed, well shit, I'm hogging the sheets

I bare arms, y'all niggas still can't get your arms out your sleeves

I went head to head with niggas that was taller than me

I got niggas that's dead and gone, we only talk when I sleep

We only talk in my dreams

So when I'm stressing up too much and I need advice

That's the only time I'm falling asleep

I'm only here to claim the crown

Tell them other hoes to hang the towel

I give a bitch a [?]

Spilled milk will never blame the cow

'Cause when the milk spills

What's the point of crying when you got paper towels

Niggas smoking loud but never made a sound

I did my dirt and swept under a rug until I made a pile

Let me break it down,

These hoes don't want Picasso when I paint the town

Road to riches but I'm hitting potholes

Got it out the mud and left footprints, that's for the kids to follow

You know my city's filled with [?]

On the block with something for the fiends smoke, sniff, or swallow

Chance of making it slim as a model

We was trying to find peace in the city was like digging for fossils

Put my enemies in a circle, I can't decide who I wanna kill first

So fuck it! I'm playing spin bottle

Whoever lands on gon' be the first to kiss this hallow

And kiss tomorrow goodbye, that's how I clip my rivals

Them crackers came and switched the model

And gave our Black Jesus [?]

I don't follow, bitch I set the trends

This D'usse got me feeling like Cleo on Set It Off in a synthetic way

We had to grind, we wasn't blessed with what they have

But we still built kingdoms and made the best of what we had, nigga