Big Sean - Red Bull Spiral Freestyle - feat. Joey Bada$$, Ab-Soul

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[Big Sean]

Let’s go
Yeah, it’s Sean Don, man, Red Bull Spiral
I got my nigga Ab-Soul, Joey Bada$$
Me first, fuck it, ayy

[Big Sean, Joey Bada$$, Ab-Soul]

You goin’ nowhere fast but from your view you could never tell
No wonder ‘cause you live your life based on a carousel
You bums could prolly teach a masterclass on takin’ Ls
Truth is, if you wake up hatin’ life, then you hate yourself
(Damn, that’s how you feel, bro?)
You see, most niggas crack under pressure, but I’m a natural
The thing about livin’ by the gun is you shouldn’t have to
And if you can’t reach for peace/piece, I hope you have two
A lotta y’all my seeds, I see Jhené shoulda had you
A lotta y’all confuse tough skin for havin’ tattoos
But that’s what sixth sense is for, like when you add two
Plus, they gon’ try to discredit you when you Black, too (Word)
Then dropped gems, went diamond but my favorite is Angie Stone
My drive back, that bitch on cruise control like Katie Holmes
Been flipping out in this bitch since it was camera phones
Know you great when you uncomfortable in your comfort zone, gravedigger
How niggas even want my name on they tombstone? (Yea or nay?)
Seems to me you want A, but don’t be one of them niggas that read the room wrong (Uh)
Spit like bulimia, believe me, I’m more than hungry
Way more unique, had power before the money
Woah there, ho, you know that I’m the dopest one, don’t overdose
You wanna hold the notes like Hall & Oates, you gotta go for broke
So I only proceed for proceeds
Been the G.O.A.T. since the goatee and POW chains and Tisa hats
I even made the goats cheese
Just imagine all the other shit you don’t see
I’m comin’ to kill and destroyin’ the feeling
The feeling y’all foldin’ is fillin’ a void
Trippin’ on me but I still feel at home like I do in Detroit
B-I-G minus the East and West beef
I’m the Don, you gotta kiss me from right to left cheek
Lil’ bitch

[Big Sean, Ab-Soul]

Yeah, and your wifey said I was gon’ wash you, nigga (Ah)
And I took it easy, man
Aw man, I told you that in confidence, big bro
You had to do me like that, man? (Yeah, come on, man)
Aw, c’mon, ayy

[Ab-Soul, Big Sean, Joey Bada$$]

Fuck it, let me remove the cap
My lady told me somebody told me that my career was in the trash
Something ‘bout missin’ my window or somethin’
I wanted to laugh and shatter the glass he was referrin’ to
‘Cause he ain’t got a clue of what I turn into when I enter the booth
Neither do I, but I do know that kryptonite is not an issue
Plus the cape will be navy blue
You stuck in the lowest lane
It ain’t a bird or a plane
And I’m rather faster than burner’s vein
Anyway, respect the gang’n’nem (Okay)
You’re paper thin, featherweight (Yeah)
And your paper thin like you never bank
You don’t pay what you weigh in, fuck is you even sayin’
Even if you was related to Shabba, you wouldn’t make rank
On my mama, your men of honor just made plank, hah
The ruler’s back, in fact, I never left
In which case, Joey
You put me in a sticky predicament (I did)
I had to show solidarity to my syndicate (Come on, Soul)
Nah, you know anybody can get it
In such a way that it will make any physician conflicted
But listen, the 47’s still on my tricep (Facts)
Pass the parliament skillet, I’m quiet the chef
Pro Era the masters, that ain’t ever incorrect (That’s right)
But it’s still TDE ’til 3000 and forever
Lyt was heavy and Ray definitely stepped
But this is hip-hop, you know we still on that
It was healthy for the sport, stickin’ to the roots, keepin’ it competitive
Just be lucky that Soul ain’t steppin’ in (Hahahaha)
All of y’all would’ve had to shoot (Yeah) (F’real)
The boat with the ocean view, you know what I came to do
Ayy ayy, Sean, lemme get the hat again
And ask Néné who her favorite rapper is

[Ab-Soul, Big Sean, Joey Bada$$]

I had to do it, friend (Hahaha)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, whatever, that’s cute, nigga

[Joey Bada$$, Ab-Soul, Big Sean]

Look, from BK to Carson, I’m bar none (Uh)
Proceed with caution, I spit fire, it’s arson (Yeah)
They don’t want the war with the Martian, they sendin’ they troops
At the general, but I’m the one who Ab salute
They obsolete, can’t compete ‘cause I’m too elite
Tryna spark a match but they simply lackin’ the heat
Blasphemy, I don’t need no one to blast for me
Charge into the game, call that shit a catastrophe
Since “Ruler’s Back”, they been tryna measure up
Look, my name ain’t Rick, but I talk slick, don’t press ya luck
And I ain’t taking no words back, I’m with all that (All that)
But this ain’t gotta turn to nothin’ else, let’s keep it all rap
First off, I could never hate the West Coast
But since niggas comin’ for Joe, fuck it then, let’s go
Niggas must’ve forgot what Dot said on “Control”
There’s still a buncha sensitive rappers in they pajama clothes
I guess, this ain’t no East versus West
I just think that I’m the best, as a matter fact, I know
These bars could put bad boys on death row
Kinda crazy how Suge and Puff in jail, though (Damn) (Woah)
Yo, I was at the party but I never seen a freak off (Woah)
Instead a battle rapper on stage showing his cheeks off (Ayo) (Yeah)
Fuck type of typin’ these niggas be on
Ain’t no Daylyt/daylight savin’, no sun shinin’, won’t be long
‘Cause it’s a thin line between the trolls and the weirdos
Who clownin’ for attention but wear a mask like Pierrot
I see through ya raps, it’s clear, bruh
Get your ass capped tryna fuck with the P-R-O
I ain’t worried ‘bout son, his world revolve around mine
You ain’t no Copernicus, nigga, you move on my time
Told you I would let you shine, give you space to coexist
‘Cause when I plan, it aligns, now Daylyt gettin’ eclipsed
Supernova aura, know I gotta keep it lit
Made the conversations shift every time I talk my shit
It’s written in the constellations in script
I’m light years ahead, they just tryna catch the drift every time I ash the
No fly zone, say oh, is that right?
I ain’t gotta book no flight, I’m still gon’ pack ‘Lyt
I’m overheads like a carry on and ain’t been checked yet
I’m done playin’, I popped out like a cassette deck
Respect that, they hanging on every bar, tell ‘em hang tight
Get ya muscle up ‘fore you think of steppin’ to [Swank right?]
I’m up early on the grind, I shine through the late night
I ain’t gotta lose no sleep to break Daylyt (Chill)
Shouldn’t give you niggas time of day
But fuck it, shine a light on ‘em, I’mma light Ray
Now how can I say this all in a nice way?
If you need the attention, tell Top he gotta pay
Look, I said what’s a lil’ pup to a K9, it’s game time
I ain’t green on the defensive, I’m on my Draymond
Empty out the clip on ya whole clique when I aim mine
I’m catchin’ collaterals, hit you all at the same time

[Joey Bada$$, Ab-Soul, Big Sean]

Woah, woah, woah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
How the fuck one line bring a whole state harm
He really wanna rap, he talkin’ that shit
What’chu mean bro?
Nah, bro, you gotta chill
What’chu mean?
Man, I told you ‘bout them, bro
Yo, niggas is—
Told you, bro, you gotta respect the game
Yo, niggas is takin’ shots at me, bro (You niggas, c’mon man)
They was takin’ shots at
You shot first, bro
I mean, I was just shootin’ in the air, man, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Tryna get y’all attention, man
Aw okay, okay, shooters gon’ shoot, shooters gon’, okay (Yeah)
I’m sayin’? Niggas is up right now, B
Ayy, ayy, Big 47, allat, you feel me?
It’s love for you, it’s love for you, you know that
Lo-Burger