RED BULL SPIRAL FREESTYLE Duplicate Page lyrics

[INTRO: BIG SEAN]

Let's go
Yea
This SEAN DON, man
Red Bull Spiral
I got my n*ggas, AB-SOUL
JOEY BADA$$

[VERSE 1: BIG SEAN]
It's me, first
f*ck it
Aye
You going nowhere real fast
But from your view you can never tell
No wonder cuz you live your life
Based on a carousel
You bums could really teach
A master class on taking L’s
Truth is if you wake up hating life
Then you hate yo'self (JOEY BADA$$:
DAMN! THAT'S HOW YOU FEEL, BRO?!)

You see
Most n*ggas crack under pressure
But I’m a natural
The thing about living by the gun is
You shouldn't have to and
If you can’t reach for piece (peace)
I hope you have two
A lot of y’all my seeds, I see
Jhené should have had you
A lot of y’all confuse tough skin
For having tattoos
But that's what sixth sense is for (four)
Like when you add two
Plus they gone try to discredit you
When you black too (Ab-Soul: WORD!)

Then
Dropped gems went diamond
But my favorite is Angie Stone
My drive back
That b*tch on cruise control like Katie Holmes
Been flippin' out in this b*tch
Since it was camera phones
You know you great when
You uncomfortable
In your comfort zone

Grave digger
How n*ggas even want my name
On they tombstone
(Ab-Soul: YAY OR NAY?)
Seem to me you want A
But don’t B one of them n*ggas
That read the room wrong (Ab-Soul: BURN)
Spit like bulimia believe me
I’m more than hungry
Way more unique
Had power before the money
Woah there
Ho's you know that
I’m the dopest one don’t overdose
Wanna hold the notes like Hall and Oates
You gotta go for broke

So, I only proceed for proceeds
Been the GOAT since the goatee
And POW chains and TI$A hats
I even made the GOATs cheese
Just imagine all the other sh*t you don’t see

I’m coming to kill and destroying the feeling
The feeling y’all folding is filling a void
Tripping on me, but
I still feel at home like I do in Detroit
B-I-G minus the East and West beef
I’m the don you gotta kiss me
From right to left cheek
Lil b*tch
Yea

[INTERLUDE: BIG SEAN & AB-SOUL]

Big Sean:
And your wifey said
I was gone wash you
And I took it easy man
Ab-Soul:
Aw
Aw man
I told you that in confidence, Big Bro
Had to do me like that, man?
Aw, com'on, hey

[VERSE 2: AB-SOUL]

Man, f*ck it
Let me remove the Cap
My Lady told me somebody told her
That my career was in the trash
Something bout missing my window or something
I wanted to laugh and shatter the glass
He was referring to
Cause he ain't got a clue of what I turn into
When I enter the booth
Neither do I
But I do know that kryptonite is not an issue
Plus, the Cape will be Navy blue
You stuck in the Lois Lane
It ain’t a bird or a plane
But, I’m rather faster than Burners' vein
Anyway respect the gang 'nem (Big Sean: OKAY!)
You’re paper thin
Feather weight (Big Sean: YEA!)
And your paper thin like you never bake
You don’t pay what you weigh in
f*ck is you even sayin'
Even if you was related to Shaba
You wouldn’t make rank
On my mama, your men of honor
Just made plank
Hah?
The Ruler's back
In fact, I never left
In which case, Joey
You put me in a sticky predicament (I DID!)
I had to show solidarity to my syndicate
(Come on, Soul)
Nah you know anybody can get it
In such a way that it will make any position conflicted
But listen the 47s still on my tricep (Big Sean & Joey BadA$$: FACTS!)
Pass the parliament
Skill 'n it I’m quite the Chef
Pro Era the masters that ain’t ever incorrect (Joey BadA$$: THAT's RIGHT!)
But it’s still TDE till 3000 and forever
Lyt was heavy and Ray definitely stepped
But this is hip-hop you know we still on that
It was healthy for the sport
Took it to the roots
Keepin' it competitive
Just be lucky that Soul
Ain’t steppin' in
All of y'all would've had to shoot
The boat with the ocean view
You know what I came to do
Aye, aye Sean
Let me get that hat again
And ask NeNe who her favorite rapper is

[INTERLUDE, 2: AB-SOUL & BIG SEAN]

I had to do it, friend
Big Sean: Yea, whatever

[VERSE 3: JOEY BADA$$]

Aw, that's cute n*gga
Look
From BK to Carson, I’m Bar none
Proceed with caution, I spit fire It’s arson (Big Sean: YEA!)
They don’t want the war with the Martian
They sending they troops
At the general but
I’m the one who Ab salute
They obsolete
Can’t compete cuz I’m too elite
Tryna spark a match
But they simply lacking the heat
Blasphemy!
But I don’t need no one to blast for me
I charge it to the game
Call that sh*t a catastrophe
Since The Ruler’s back
They been tryna measure up
Look
My name ain’t Rick
But I talk slick don’t press ya luck
I ain't taking no words back
I’m with all that
But this ain’t gotta turn to nothing else
Let’s keep it all rap
First off
I could never hate the west coast
But since n*ggas coming for Joe
f*ck it, then lets go
n*ggas must’ve forgot what
Dot said on Control
Still a bunch sensitive rappers
In they pajama clothes
I guess
This ain’t no East vs West
I just think that I’m the best
As matter of fact, I know
These bars could put Bad boys on Death row
Kinda Crazy how Suge and Puff in jail tho
Yo
I was at the party, but
I never seen a freak-off
Instead a Battle Rapper on stage
Showing his cheeks off (Big Sean & Ab-Soul:
AYE! YO!! CHILL!!!)
Like
f*ck type of time you n*ggas be on
Ain’t no daylight saving
Know sun shining won’t be long cuz
It’s a thin line between the trolls & the weirdos
Who clowning for attention and
Wear a mask like Pierrot
I see through ya raps it’s clear, bruh
Get you ASCAP tryna f*ck with the PRO
I ain’t worried bout sun
His world revolves around mine
You ain’t no Copernicus, n*gga
You move on my time
Told you I would let you shine
Give you space to co-exist
Cuz when I plan it (planet) aligns
Now, they light getting eclipsed
Supernova aura
Know I gotta keep it lit
Make the conversations shift
Every time I talk my sh*t
It’s written in the Constellations, in script
I’m light years ahead
They just tryna catch the drift
Every time I astral –
Aye, yo
No fly zone, say
"Oh is that right!?"
I, ain’t gotta book no flight
I’m still gon' pack light (Lyt)
I’m overheads like a carry on
And ain’t been checked yet
I’m done playing
I pop out like a cassette deck
Respect that
They hangin' on every bar
Tell 'em hang tight
Get ya muscle up 'fore you think of
Steppin' to Swank White (Ab-Soul: SWANK WHITE!)
I’m up early on the grind
I shine through the late night
I ain’t gotta lose no sleep to break daylight (Ab-Soul: CHILL!!)
I shouldn’t give you n*ggas time of day
But f*ck it shine a light on em
Imma light, Ray
Now, how can I say this all in a nice way
If you need all the attention
Tell Top he gotta pay
Look
I said
What’s a lil pup to a K9
It’s gametime
I ain’t green on the defensive
I’m on my Draymond
Empty out the clip on ya whole clique
When I aim mines
I’m catching collaterals
Hit you all at the same time

[OUTRO: AB-SOUL, JOEY BADA$$, BIG SEAN]
Ab-Soul: How the f*ck one line
Bring a whole state harm!?
Joey BadA$$: What you mean Bro?!
Big Sean: JOEY, TALKIN DAT sh*t!
A: I told you bout that
You gotta respect the Game, bro
The Artform, man
B$$: You n*ggas was shootin' shots at me, Bro!
A: You shot first, Bro!!
B$$: I mean, I was just shootin' in the air
Tryna get y'all attention...
You n*ggas up right now, B
A: Ay, Shooters gon' shoot
DOE BURGER!