[Intro: Jeezus Shuttlesworth]
[?] on the beat
Ay, ay, n***a, spin again
N***a, I came to win
I got blood on these cubans, n***a, I came to win
Yeah
N***a, spin again, n***a, spin again
Ay, I came to win, look, ay, ay

[Chorus]
Spin a block, we gon' spin again
Hit a opp, we gon' hit his friend
Addicted to losin', n***a, I came to win
I got blood on these cubans, n***a, I came to win
Spin a block, we gon' spin again
Hit a opp, we gon' hit his friend
Addicted to losin', n***a, I came to win
I got blood on these cubans, n***a, I came to win

[Verse: Jeezus Shuttlesworth]
(Yeah) Section up my city, they so petty
They gon' hit yo' head, turn yo' body to spaghetti
Don't jump up off that porch if you ain't ready
Yeah, we know yo' bitch, that lil' bitch, yeah, she a wetty
Keep playin' in the streets, ain't no cheat codes
Just hand to hands out the trap, bullet through that peepholе
Nah, lil' n***a, we ain't no equal, chopper got a .30 and that bitch camе with a sequel
"Chin up, chest out", what they told me
Settling for less, that was the old me
Now I'm scoring everyday and they can't hold me
We gon' spill his block until we dizzy if he owe me
I'm addicted to this fashion
Better save that lil' money if the opps come through blasting
You gon' need a casket
If you thinkin' I'm just rapping
(Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Jeezus Shuttlesworth]
Spin a block, we gon' spin again
Hit a opp, we gon' hit his friend
Addicted to losin', n***a, I came to win
I got blood on these cubans, n***a, I came to win
Spin a block, we gon' spin again
Hit a opp, we gon' hit his friend
Addicted to losin', n***a, I came to win
I got blood on these cubans, n***a, I came to win

[Verse: Lil Poppa]
Young n***a, remain focus
You just gotta understand you chosen
I hope you know you yo' own man and don't nobody owe you
Yeah, but don't nobody love you like I do, I'd catch a body for ya
Just havin' talks with myself
Sometimes I get lost in myself
I been chasin' after the money
No, I ain't been catching my breath
Be in everybody else problem, shit got me stressin' myself
You say that you ain't been sleeping, me neither, I ain't been restin' myself
And I'm too busy blessing them, shit, I'm hardly blessing myself
You know love don't love live her
I ain't friendly, don't feel them
Brodie, spare 'em, don't kill them
"Why?", 'cause I know the real them
Somebody poppin' pills, yeah ain't tryna live
Bitch don't bother, I get high ike no tomorrow
Shit, if I die, just don't feel sorry for me
Shit, if I die, just don't feel sorry for me
At least I found out my father love me
At least I made my momma proud, she can smile, I'm with Mrs. Barbara
Shit, I should've, could've, I would've been, but it wasn't meant to be a scholar
Jump off that porch, go get a dollar
They respect you more when you ballin'
[Chorus: Jeezus Shuttlesworth]
Spin a block, we gon' spin again
Hit a opp, we gon' hit his friend
Addicted to losin', n***a, I came to win
I got blood on these cubans, n***a, I came to win
Spin a block, we gon' spin again
Hit a opp, we gon' hit his friend
Addicted to losin', n***a, I came to win
I got blood on these cubans, n***a, I came to win