SPIRITS

Know everything be different out here New coupe whipping out here Know when the spirits 'round here They wanna off me just for last year I had to triple my racks, got the Cartier glasses I'd never go back there They get hit with the cameras, for no answers You can never come back here You wanna act rich but you still owe me money You broke and you wack yeah it's not even funny Since third grade it wasn't luck Set free cause I was sent from the Son Coming back again Back again I'm woah They wanna talk from the basement When we so far from the same crib Elevator by my bed type kid Only pulling up with same clique Whole team rich how we moving Margelia split toes on the feet Running 'round, we don't need no sleep She love spirits for the heat