SPIRITUAL

Coupe

I'm from the land where teens tote, tighten up or get free smoke
I'ma star with that fire
I stay in beast mode, niggas robbing in each zone
The risk is high, the ravens is cheap though
Let me know, I can link bro
I stick to the code and to the cheat codes 'cause it's easy to reload
It's GTA in the 6
No eta, bitch, I'm here
Never restate what hear
Hoping the haters can heal
The hurt in their ankles, having to stay on they heels
Testing my mental
Testing the Smith on my hip
New testament, bitch, I'm hymn
Besting the best, know I'm best for the belt
I'm all you hear in the whip
Racks in the bank
Rising up rapidly, step on a rapper with rank
Chopper attached with the blades
Chopping the grass with the blades to rattle the snakes (Choo, choo, choo, choo)
My niggas lit, ain't no matching the gang
Y'all niggas lit like a match in the rain
Wet up yo' team like a match in the rain
Back in days, back of the class, I would daze
Vision, imagining fame
I was a mannequin, standing on gang
I never panicked, I managed the pain
Then I became (Then I became) the man I was planning to be
I done adapted to having this cream
You getting cream but it's vanishing cream

Fucking this spiritual hoe
Switching my gear in the 4
Scratch off the serial, niggas is toast
Ain't got no fear in a foe
Look out for 12 when I'm steering this hoe
Scratch off the serial, niggas is toast