[Intro]
Shut up, waitin'
Bow bow, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh
New Crack Era, yeah
Uh, oh

[Verse 1]
I think about my lost vows while lettin' blues spin (Peace, lord)
Put the drop out, schools in, he'll graduate in three, got two in
I miss my n***a, lordy, you can have all of the money
But if you livin' poorly, it don't count, what's in it for me?
Let the blues spin, I been a loser this long
Don't care who wins, feel like a mil in a pair of new Timbs (Fresh)
They still tryna judge me for my previouses (So)
Saw me at work, now they don't wanna see me with it
Lose them, I don't reconcile, respect the vow (Yeah)
So now, it's on a good few men (A good few)
Yeah, I been about it since my n***as doubted
Now my booth section got all of my bitches 'round it
Blues spin, I'm Tony at the table, sugar
Yo, previously the yayo cooker (Huh)
But if I introduce you to the blues, lady (She sure)
You gon' learn a lot of game, check the shoes, baby (Yo)

[Chorus]
N***as talk a whole lotta jazz, let the blues spin (Yeah, I am)
Been a loser this long, don't care who wins (Care, uh)
I don't reconcile, I lose them
Keep that same energy in the bullpen (Lockup, uh)
You talkin' all that jazz, I let the blues spin
They get the head of God at last, yo, let me school him (Uh)
It's only a good few men
(Yeah, word up, yo)

[Verse 2]
Stepped in the building like the lead blues singer with fifty years in
Slow stroll, oh so flow, fifty beers in
My ho glow rose gold, no, that was years dim
Low pro, coco blow, this blues I hear spin lovely
Tap glasses and let the foam spill
Anyone'll tell you I'm new money, the old bill (Uh)
My name stamped, gold seal (Stamp that)
That's 'cause I know how bein' broke feel (I know, yeah)
I lost money, friends cost me
We start in the streets, then it ends chalky
Only thing I know is I know nothing (I don't know nothing)
We just a whole bunch of shooters that went to Wall Street (Huh)
But we still lettin' the blues spin
I don't reconcile, I lose them (Forget about 'em)
Now only my lady at the booth, twin
Huh, had to tighten up the loose ends

[Chorus]
N***as talk a whole lotta jazz, let the blues spin
Been a loser this long, don't care who wins (Uh)
I don't reconcile, I lose them
Keep that same energy in the bullpen (Uh)
You talkin' all that jazz, I let the blues spin
They get the head of God at last, yo, let me school him (Uh)
It's only a good few men
(Yeah, word up, yo, and it go)

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