Текст песни Spirits - Rey Mula feat. Crillum

Yeah, use to be a street boy
Use to chill with Willy on the block, could′ve been a D-boy
Every day some wild sh*t, that sh*t aint for the weak boy
But I fell in love with this music I had to leave boy
Fk ngas still getting it twisted
And they mad cuz they lame and I'm gifted
Ngas mad cuz I′m different
Oh you mad cuz I fk all these b*tches, huh?
You making music too but yo bitch just don't listen huh?
You got a chain too but yo sh*t just don't glisten huh?
You got a whip with a fked up transmission huh?
Don′t worry dawggy I′ma take yo b*tch to dinner
Her ass getting fatter but yo pockets getting thinner
Come fk with OTS baby I know you want a winner
It'll be summertime forever, taking trips out in the Winter
I′ve been doing this for years baby this aint for beginners
She asked me how we do it, I say girl this sh*t's within us

Yeah, feels like I′ma be late
I know what we do is wrong but I'm speeding on the freeway
Time is money, but I can′t be no cheapskate
Gotta get to this bag nga then pass that sh*t like a relay
Now put this sh*t on replay
Yeah, it's been too long boy
We way too strong boy, we about to get on boy
Put that sh*t on my mom boy
Got all my faith in my God boy
We've been working a lot, I need that lambo with no top boy
Yeah, tell me who the fk is bout to stop me
Bitch I′m throwing punches like I′m Rocky
I see ngas steady tryna copy
I see ngas on my page watching
Guess I leave these ngas with no option
Yeah yeah little nga I'm poppin
Fk boy in the pic, I′ma crop it
Anywhere any city I'ma problem
What the fk is a goon to a goblin
If my dawg got beef then I′m riding
Hit you ngas up quick, then we sliding
I don't wanna stoop down to the violence
But you bouta get played like a violin
I just can′t sit in silence
This spirit got me wildin'