Madden Curse lyrics

[Intro]
(Let the band play)

[Verse 1: Don Trip & Starlito]
Spin the bottle, hope it lands on me so all y'all can kiss my ass
With the sh*t, 'bout to start makin' stickers, n*gga, you can sniff and scratch
Some of us just wanna watch the world burn, I feel like a can of gas
If a rapper really want the smoke sayin' my name equivalent to playin' with matches
Ex trackin' my every move, every time I move, they keepin' tabs
Baby mama told me go to hell, if I do, I'll finally get to meet my dad
Yeah, that f*ck n*gga dead, still don't get no pass even in the cemetery (Damn)
I can't even find the word "forgiveness" in the dictionary (Ah)

[Verse 2: Starlito]
Go'n and write your obituary
Bro got so many guns, he don't know which to carry
f*ck with me, guarantee I end up on top, missionary
Can't see me like John Cena, like Stevie Wonder, I'm a visionary
Step Brothers 4 Life, yeah, 'til we dead and buried, that's legendary
Independent
Craig love Prince's Chicken like I love Memphis women
Pimpin' since been pimpin', ain't no simpin', I convince and send 'em
You should know I'm in it with 'em if anybody went against 'em
Keep a safe distance or you'll have no choice but to play the victim
Damn, it's been eight years? I evaded a lil' state conviction
Life comes at you fast, a lot of sh*t happen that I hate to mention
Like, okay, say for instance the first one made you pay attention
Came back with that same intention, to this day, we stay consistent
[Verse 3: Don Trip]
The truth is, ain't many places we both can go without takin' pictures
Honesty still makes a difference, honestly, it's what makes us different
Now we 'bout to take a field trip to the bank and we get to take our children
Craig settin' up college funds for his future kids like Russell Wilson

[Verse 4: Starlito]
That's out of pocket, wait, back up, now I know how Justin feels
Up a little, but not enough to chill, if you wonder why I hustle still
I'm private, but I'll get up with you in public, that's how I'm cut for real
Don't make me put you in a budget, got a lot of hitters like the Oklahoma drill

[Verse 5: Don Trip]
Shotgun, boy, you can catch a bullet pass like we on the field
Don't get it confused, paid my dues like it's my only bill
Hundred rounds in the drum, if I let it go, I'ma be a mass shooter
Anybody dumb enough to count me out is gonna need a math tutor
Yeah, you a big dog, but to a gorilla, you look like a labradoodle
I'll make 'em have to write your whole name on a toe tag, then attach it to you
Sound funny 'til it happen to you, it was all good just a week ago
If it's up, just know a n*gga spinnin' like pizza dough

[Verse 6: Starlito]
We can go
Bar for bar with the best of 'em, come pick up what's left of 'em
Really, ain't much more to say, bruh already said f*ck 'em
Matter fact, make that a double, all these plays, we don't have to huddle
Call EA, tell 'em put us on the Madden cover, Step Brothers