Soul

Aye, put some soul in it
Put some soul in it
Put some soul in it
Put some, soul, aye, yuh

Aye put some soul up in that track like you was praying on the beat
Sittin' at your dinner table before you dove in the meat
Saying God have mercy, and before you go to sleep
Checking all ya windows for cracks, cooking grease in a pan
Wavy smokin' seaweed
Club swingin' Arnold Palmer, going smack at little Keke
Never knowing where I'm at, my head stay off the heezy
Count your homies before they hatch, your eggs turn over easy
Never noticed any novice nigga higher than my scale
Likely lounging around Laurel linear to chem trails
Lined up with success, I'm never looking down
I'm just reaching for the stars like I'm growing from the ground
I'm just going for a sound similar to rocks dangling on chains
Like rocks being snorted, dope straight the brain
What you know about 13 blunt objects in the hands of a killer
On his 13th breath, straight bars i deliver
Dark liquor to the liver, might fuck with a little of the Nyquil
Put the pain to sleep
A pinch of purple pine brings positivity, yuh

Aye, aye put some soul in it



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Writer(s): Miles Cowling
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