SKATE/SPIRAL

Yea Look, look Yea, yea Out the gate with it, all my youngins slip and slide we in the skates with it Jump the porch I got to grindin' ain' a case with me I'ma go head hit rewind I flip the table on em' When the tables turn he gon get that face on em' It's a Young Jacko World I told her hop off I'ma go head press record I got the block buzzin' All my youngins like my brothers, knock the block off All my youngins powered up they go head take the top off What the move, what it do? Told that little bitty hoe she gotta shoo yea He keep talking hella silly what it do (yea, yea) That boy a hoe, he keep actin' like he shoot (pow, pow) Bitch what, bitch huh, bitch who? Who flip bags on the daily? Not you Who really do this music? Not you Told that girl Asked the bitch why she talking on me Ian never fed a thing so quit talkin' bout me Only thing I'm hungry for is this bread I'ma butter Dat boy ice cold, cold like Wop in December Fucked up I'ma go crash out' Ian driving' on a bottle but these drugs took route Swervin, mission potholes, I can't figure it out I keep spinnin' in a spiral, I can't figure it out Praise the lord keep me solid, I can't figure it out Fiends keep on watchin' Ian have no doubt If I die young, crash out, don't be surprised All my day one youngins still willin' to ride All these songs and these lyrics ain' come from a lie Hop out lit, I can't worry, we just livin' to die Takin shots at my life, he gon redo it right Callin' on my spirit said it all fore' I died Fucked up I'ma go crash out' Ian driving' on a bottle but these drugs took route Swervin, mission potholes, I can't figure it out I keep spinnin' in a spiral, I can't figure it out (Fucked up, f-f-fucked up) (Ian drivin' on a bottle but these drugs took route) (I can't-I can't figure it out) (Figure it out, f-f-figure it out)