Songtext zu ' I Run Spider Nation 2.0 ' von Maine Musik

Ayy, I run Spider-Gang, nigga
I ain't gon' tell you niggas no more
I ain't get no clap for makin' them statements
I put them hits in rotation, don't do no fakin'
I'm the head of that nation, drop that location
We gon' pull up, skis, pull down, squeeze, pull around
Shoot or zip him before he hit the ground
These niggas sound like they in the Wastey Clouds
They'll imitate whatever, draw attention
I'm convinced that these niggas play active, stay active

If you know like I know, we burn that smoke through the up-close
They said murder, she wrote me to say fuck the whole road
Let the clip curve like the letter C, who won't see me?
I load at the moment you told it, you blow it
Hesitating, you gone somewhere you won't return from
Learned gun to never come to fistfights with knives
Bank ten, four fives on the interstate, bullets penetrate
Everyone in this ride, I know everyone got their time
I see mine with a clear vision

Die, won't be from slippin', who falls for the opposition?
Hard equipped and it's frozen, decoded to get it open
My jokes and the women showed me that Weezy and Kelly
Rollin' motivation, they pushed me to someone they haven't seen
That's why this purple heart inside of all that doesn't come with keys
I used to honestly believe that it is me and I's wrong
But fuck that, I still fucking her while I was home
Now she's speaking on the past tense, forever rolling stone
Translation, that's her justification for moving on

I mean, we're both grown, why prolong this situation?
What's done is done, so let's put an end to that conversation
Big Meezy for president, hella sticks in my inner matrix
Been amazing the moment my two foot lay on the pavement
I'm engraving share cases with the opposition
My potential is not the issue, I always outspent you

Can't get your strings and down low, it's confidential
I'm confident that them record labels ain't confident in you
Guess who on the menu? Our new artist, Brandon Ingram
And new all is a shooter with a shooter, you the new target
Go get some protection, Glock, Ruger, Wesson, those are simple suggestions
Cause when it's up there in the air, I'm headed in your direction

Pipe in possession, Tracee Ellis, this my girlfriend
Color black, it's on me, attachments that grow in a spin
Federal with men in a pen, moving military and won't go back again
I die for agents apprehended, merely dead to them
I'm swaggy in this DR jacket, come sign to Meezy
Your blood with the DR rapping, the rock strongest

Undertaker, Goldberg on the package, the rock
Undertaker, Goldberg, three off ransom
The black Charles Manson, rich dancing like my first main janitor
Mike or Ida, the minute, I'm the face of the trip
Induct a 50 in the glizzard while conducting a business
In style formula, I normally don't get definitions
But that one was given, somewhere in another dimension

The right for the bottom was spinning, I do spider division
No mathematic, automatic, put his face by his titanus
And his image was all he had left
I was there when Youngin took his last breath
That's how it happened with niggas cappin'
Went on half step, got 36 ounces off in the trenches
They got half left, we booming, them who using our product

We them niggas they mentioned when the body found
Shout out, I got up and got it
I ain't have to wait on nobody
Look one gizzin' with the hittin', show step over by me
Who am I to say they wildest step was giving us guidance
Shit, we do anything for them, Ida did the same for them

Rainstorm soon form, dark clouds above
Went to prison and I lost some real niggas I love
Rainstorm soon form, dark clouds above
Went to prison and I lost some real bitches I love
I run that game