LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeRich Spirit
Takin' my baby to school, then I pray for her'Cause you bitches ain't never been coolWritin' testamentPaintin' pictures, put me in the Louvre, that's a definiteUniversal shift, I'm in a grooveAnd celebrity do not mean integrity, you foolI'm a good man, shake your hand, firm grip ruleSeventy-two wins, lost tenBallin' with the fluMore than two M's for a show, but add another twoHmm, lil' Man-Man, the big mansThe GT Dyno flippin' the kickstand, oohRich nigga, broke phone (Ah)Tryna keep the balance, I'm stayin' strong (Ooh)Stop playin' with me'fore I turn you to a song (Yeah)Stop playin' with me'fore I turn you to a song (Ooh)Ayy, bitch, I'm attractive (Ah)Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fastin', ugh (Ooh)Bitch, I'm attractive (Ah, ah, ah, ah)Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fastin', ughThe morality can waitFeedback on low latency, I'm glitching from the faceAs my thoughts grow sacredlyI'm runnin' out of spaceAsk Whitney, she okay, never mind a hundred KWhy you lyin' on Benjamin?He turnin' in his graveI'd be lyin' if I said I wouldn't give this shit awayThe aloof Buddha, I'm Christ with a shooterPraise to Muhammad, I might nigga noose yaAP, Michael Friedman, my friends coolerPrimary, so the resale value stupidI would never live my life on a computerIG'll get you life for a chikabooyaMore power to ya, love 'em from a distanceWhy you always in the mirror more than the bitches?And my cousin tried to sue me like he got the privilegeBut I didn't lose sleep 'cause I got the spirit, ayy (Ooh)Rich nigga, broke phone (Ah)Tryna keep the balance, I'm stayin' strong (Ooh)Stop playin' with me'fore I turn you to a song (Yeah)Stop playin' with me'fore I turn you to a song (Ooh)Ayy, bitch, I'm attractive (Ah)Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fastin', ugh (Ooh)Bitch, I'm attractive (Ah, ah, ah, ah)Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fastin', ughDun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, duh, dumDun-duh-duh, duh, duhDun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, dunFrat brother, real nigga, that brotherWe just upped the score, give me dap, brotherSpirit medium, I don't rap, brotherWe headed there now, are you strapped brother?Ayy, peacemaker, but I'm not naive, brotherAyy, gotta watch your homies and police, brotherAyy, clout chasing hell of a disease, brotherI'm fasting four days out the week, brotherI pray to God that you realizethe entourage is deadI pray to God that you not lackin'when you off the medsI pray to God she know themCabo trips don't last foreverBet she argue with her momma, go and get them kidsI pray to God you actually praywhen somebody diesThoughts and prayers, way better off timelinesFalse claimin' not cute, I'm mortifiedThe new Earth in hot pursuit, two-hundred livesRich nigga, broke phone (Ah)Tryna keep the balance, I'm stayin' strong (Ooh)Stop playin' with me'fore I turn you to a song (Yeah)Stop playin' with me'fore I turn you to a song (Ooh)Ayy, bitch, I'm attractive (Ah)Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fastin', ugh (Ooh)Bitch, I'm attractive (Ah, ah, ah, ah)Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fastin', ughDun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, duh, dumDun-duh-duh, duh, duhDun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, dun
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