SPINACH

I got the beat call it Spinach Got some new bitches and they don’t speak English I got the gifts like it’s Christmas This beat too dirty, no dishes I got a wish list, listen I’ll run your block, never finish I’m from the north, call it Finnish I’m at the top and I glisten I’m so sick of that bitchin' I'm not timid 17, no kidding Not your business Flexin' wit it Make you livid Wrist on ice, it’s dripping Mic on ice, it’s Yeti Y’all ain't ready Mic on ice, it’s Yeti Y’all ain't ready I’m at the top Watch for confetti Hop off my line You petty, petty Trap directly Don’t step at me You get rocked Sedimentary You get rocked Sedimentary Clearly, you don’t peep the vision Barely, I hit my two step daily You hit it rarely You hit it rarely You get rocked Sedimentary Clearly, you don’t peep the vision Barely, I hit my two step daily You hit it rarely You hit it rarely I count up the cash Take it to the bank I ran out of gas, I had to take it to the safe I'm always trappin' no debate Shawty got some cake The way she threw it back you know I had to check the date I count up the cash Take it to the bank I ran out of gas, I had to take it to the safe Always trappin' no debate Had to run a fade Always at the top, you know you wish you had a taste Came from the bottom been lurking I got the faith like what church is I’m never dry got the Jergens I been splurging What’s important That’s me My whip got five seats I just own, no lease Pray on the game like a priest Hype beast shoe game, I never crease Most of my shit unreleased I put my wrist in the freezer Editor never been cleaner I been the one with The Leader Numbers keep climbing, no heater Numbers keep climbing We on a whole different plane and we flying We keep it grinding We know the timing Check your assignment We keep it shiny no onyx We blowing up like some rockets Made our own league no Psyonix Cause Eli the fliest, like birds in a cage Used to make stacks off that minimum wage Now I make racks off the beats that I make I’m going up fast like it was interstate Holding my ground like I was an estate All you want beef but it wasn’t a steak Thought you want smoke but it was a mistake (I just did a whole track on the ad-lib track) I count up the cash Take it to the bank I ran out of gas, I had to take it to the safe I'm always trappin' no debate Shawty got some cake The way she threw it back you know I had to check the date I count up the cash Take it to the bank I ran out of gas, I had to take it to the safe Always trappin' no debate Had to run a fade Always at the top, you know you wish you had a taste