Red Bull Spiral Freestyle

[Intro: 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

[Verse 1: 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? (Yay 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 feel 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

[Interlude 1: 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, man

Fuck it. Let me remove the cap

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul, Big Sean, Joey Bada$$]

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 pot, let me skill it, I'm quite the chef

Pro Era the masters, that ain’t ever incorrect (That's right)

But it's still TDE till 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

[Interlude 2: Ab-Soul, Big Sean, Joey Bada$$]

I had to do it, friend (Hahaha)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, whatever. That's cute, nigga

[Verse 3: 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 it to 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 time these niggas be on?

Ain't no Daylyt savin', no sunshine, it 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 over heads 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 White

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

[Outro: 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, all'at, you feel me?

It's love for you, it's love for you. You know that

Lo-Burger