Give It to Y'all
DJ Spinna & Mr. Thing Lyrics

I got gristle on my teeth when I write
Gilded, off-white, porcelain shine
Cold chuckle, creased crisp holding 5's
Damn
Continually, I keep missing snake eyes
Sinew twine holding me upright
Velvet lines, high status, glazed eyes
Closed blinds, still doing shows in my mind
Give it how I get it
A fine lad still stuck inside Mad grimace in my pictures
Ornamental fixtures of artificial worth
Orbit clean dentures, chewing on my words
Gold lyric wisdom in the Bible scriptures
On my way, where I'm going? figured
I'd figure it out eventually
So while I got second of your time
Ima give it how I get it
In my prime, spinning while I climb
Mental health in a rapid decline
Fuck it we still striving for the paper
A diligent crusader
With the platinum silly crest
Amalgamation of
My worst and my best
Indigent, never got bread
Not the money, not the checks
Loyalty can't be bought so I guess
I gotta make that shit obvious
Wear it on my chest
I give it how I get it
I give it how I get it
Always keep the homies blessed
When I can
Always feeding everyone else
With my own hands
Always keep my aces close
Waiting for the right hand
Always seep my thoughts with the pen in the end
I give it how I get it
I give it how I get it
Play nice, even with my enemies
Spending and I'm pinching all my pennies
Fade clean, new cut, same old me
Basically chasing the same dream
Since 16, derailed myself, lost, aloof
Feeling myself, parading my pursuits
Can't tell if I'm any closer
Or further
Healing
Or hurt more
What's more, is that I can't be of service
If I can't fix my own shit
Heart check needed, couldn't be more urgent
Going sideways
Swerving, swerving
Throwing up
Lurching lurching
my lunch
Growing up, feels like it all rebegun
How the hell is it
That every damn day is the same thing
Give it how I get it either way
Staved off facing my thoughts
Stay placed in the gray of my heart