Spin on Mine

I'mma put a spin on this

I'll getcha' ma'fucka's spinnin' at the flick'uma' wrist,

I'll show ya ma'fuckas why,

It is what it is,

I'm on a ma'fuckin' fritz and I'm sick of this shit.

Sick of the shade,

I'm sick of the way I get played,

straight to my face,

but the fact remains the same.

Y'all never gonna see the day,

illWill gonna change his ways,

or change his name,

I stay the same, I stay the same

Spinnin' it up,

Comin' high out the rut,

And damn straight you know I'm lookin' for someway to come up,

I ain't one to be played, taken for no dumbfuck,

I got shit made, and I keep one tucked,

My killa's all around,

We gang as fuck.

So I'mma put a spin'on this

I'll getcha' ma'fucka's spinnin' at the flick'of'ma shit,

I'll show ya ma'fucka's why,

It is what it is

Lately I been on a fritz,

and I'm sick of this shit.

Sick of the rip, sick of the rap,

Sick of the better times,

Stuck up in my mind,

Snapped back to a time when,

My mind was mine.