Name: Spread Game (prod. by DJ Pain 1)
Duration: P00H03M53S
Description: Something to end the year off that will get you ready for next year!

Spread Game (prod. by DJ Pain 1)

by Gee Slab

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Something to end the year off that will get you ready for next year!

lyrics

Riding through the city bumping Tevin Campbell
Pushing though perception since my adolescence
Gripping on the wheel steering through the feels
Smoking away the pain but it never heals
Am I face do I play the heal
Run a play play to win or get off the field
I keep on drumming percussion banging for some money
My favorite subject was turning nothing into something

How I did it? Trusting in my intuition
It's just business I finally understand the feeling
And I want millions as long as the money printing
If it's isn't keep the change and make the difference

I'm doing digits now
nigga I gotta feed plenty mouths
You unoriginal copy cat roger that
I live for moments they mad because they broke a lonely
They could've did it like us too much switching up

Show love spread game do or die keep on shining through the shade
Women always knew my name
They rap my lyrics everytime I hit the stage
What's the currensy exchange
Im taking yen countin money on the plane

Look at how we living now
I just left Vegas after Cali on a nimbus cloud
Niggas waited I ain't sit around
Get a bag then you go n make the city proud
Plus I'm the only reason that I'm winning now
Motivate every nigga that I been around
Never throw shade even oops know
The real smoke ain't loud but you drop slow
In smoking white widow out the continental
She giving head at the light but never stops the tempo
God bless her it's all pressure
I just counted 5 racks talking life to the dog catcher
If you under dig it then we kindred spirits (laugh)
If you underdig then repeat the mission and when you get bag you repeat the feeling

Show love spread game do or die keep on shining through the shade
Women always knew my name
They rap my lyrics everytime I hit the stage
What's the currensy exchange
Im taking yen countin money on the plane