Asante Farid - Spins (feat. 6ix Cheese)

Yeah
Start from the top
Stay at the top
Grind til I'm not
Not on the top

Had to give em' space and time just so I could mind
My reactions and behavior just couldn't align
In the coin business so I pay it every mind
Had to question my own growth it's either do or die
Ain't talkin' romance but you gotta fuckin' pick a side
Wanna sign up but you too scared to put it on the line
Ping alert
You don't wanna but you gotta slide
Self reserved privateer I put you in the blind
Tamper wit' it
Buck a nigga meddling in mine
Shit getting easy to betray the ones that wasn't kind
Way too peaceful but you wanna make it snap time
This ain't no spoken I'm silent come from the backside
Take time
Get in your pocket like you see a toll sign
Breakdown
Roll up like two g's of that sticky it's dank time
Hang time
I'm done with that zip off the block run it back time
Last time
I made a mistake that could lead to some bad time
Yeah, yeah
Thinkin' bout sweeties like 1/3 of Migos
Hero
Niggas a saver
Somebody get him a speedo
See though
These C-notes attrak me
Stuck on the ink though
Gringo
The foreigners really the whites and the stink hoes
Bingo
Check the receipt on the purchase
Had to collect on the service
You pay attention I'm worth it
No starving you eat I deserve it
Spoon up that pasta with lobsta'
My spirit a muhfuckin' mobsta'
We do the Spins on a coppa
Had to get low like a footy sock
Yo peak is up like a mountain top
We drop and promote like an advertisement
I put this shit down might be hammer time
Nail in the coffin it's bury time
No crippin' I'm smokin' blueberry now
No baby my future's apparent now
No Macy I sell you and get the clearance
No actin' you fake ion' like the character
Thought you was dark and I'm gettin' clarity
Pull when you pull ain't no tug in me
Keep you at arms have you handing me
Play after play watch the Gore in me
Gouda the GOAT watch me stink the air
Mimosas and toast to the newest year
I'm back on my Bron like a Cavalier

Ritualistic
I put on my friends for the kinship
This
The year of extensions
And we gettin rich with a vengeance
Bitch
I am a bidness
Young Franchise Farid
I had to put my nigga on suspension
His actions confirmed my suspensions
Should he sleep with the fish or sit on the bench
Shit
I'm torn like meniscus, uh
D-Book with the range and the color way
Thinking bout sending a double team
Go head get another one more my way
Started balling in the driveway
Avant-garde
I'm a 1 of 1
If we 1 on 1
It's a runaway
My mental and muscle they correlate
You sugarcoat it like funnel cake
I prolly could beat you 100 ways
Never stressed when they
Making threats
All indirect
They insecure
Impure
And depressed
Your perception is unrealistic
The crib got a view fit for Pinterest
Paid the soldiers like a pension
Yeah, yeah
I paid dues and I paid attention
All that other shit ain't worth a mention...

Tell the DJ run my spins
Mixing Jose with the D'usse' going stupid
Got the spins
Lil beauty check her movement won't she do it booty spins
If we sense you with the pigs don't do business do the spins
Double back and do em in
Bet they won't do that again

Written by:
Asante Muhammad, Kaleb Faison

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