Kindred Spirits

I ain’t starting up from nothing, I ain’t starting up from nothing
I ain’t starting up from nothing, I ain’t starting up from nothing
Put your keys on ‘em, put your keys on ‘em
Put your keys on ‘em, put your keys on ‘em
I ain’t starting up from nothing, starting up for something
Big ball, big chain, big guap
Big lane, big call, big fall
Never are, never hush, never lost
And we get ‘em in the back
Smoking thrax, opp my pack
That’s a lax, that’s a lax hoe
And she go, she on go mode
And I give her dick, give it down
Bust it up, throw it ‘round
And I get it low, bring it down
I’m my mama kid, that’s allowed
That’s a lounge, that’s a lounge bitch
That’s a big bag, boy don’t rip it
I need a big wrist, I need it all
Cost a lot, cost a lot
Cost a lot, cost a lot up in the pot
In the brain in the pot, smoking loud off the bot
And I’m getting off the step, and she get it how she lеft
Baby tell me why you left, baby tеll me why you left
Get it down, brass it down, get it
Get it down, brass it down, get it
Get it down, brass it down, break it down
Get it down, brass it down, break it down, break it
Get it down, break it down, brass it down, brass it
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Put your keys on ‘em, put your keys on ‘em
Put your keys on ‘em, put your keys on ‘em
I ain’t starting up from nothing, I ain’t starting up from nothing
I ain’t starting up from nothing, I ain’t starting up from nothing