Sorry.
I see a righteous soul...
And you like it...
You love it...
I see a righteous soul...
And you like it...
You love it...
I see a
Okay I'm
Kicking back, smoking dope
Roll it with my bros
You could smell the fragrance
Sticking to my fucking clothes
Nah I'm kidding, said I'm lying
I don't even smoke
She tried to break my heart
I told her sorry hoe!
I'm the greatest overall
Never needed Adderall
I was focused on my own
That's the way that I'mma ball
Life is like the cookie jar
Really close but always far
Momma told me I'm a star
Then she copped the foreign car
Ha ha, yeah
Then she copped the foreign car
So I started going hard
Harder than some prison bars
Killing shit, bodying my tracks
Countin' up my racks
Bitter cold, serving to my folks
Dodging all these hoes, yeah!
I see a righteous soul... (dodging all these hoes, you feel me?)
And you like it...
You love it...
I see a righteous soul...
And you like it...
You love it...
Okay I'm
Kicking back, smoking dope
Roll it with my bros
You could smell the fragrance
Sticking to my fucking clothes
Nah I'm kidding, said I'm lying
I don't even smoke
She tried to break my heart
I told her sorry hoe!
I see a righteous soul...
And you like it...
You love it...
I see a righteous soul...
And you like it...
You love it...
I see a righteous soul...
And you like it...
You love it...
And you like it...
You love it...
I see a righteous soul...
And you like it...
You love it...
I see a
Okay I'm
Kicking back, smoking dope
Roll it with my bros
You could smell the fragrance
Sticking to my fucking clothes
Nah I'm kidding, said I'm lying
I don't even smoke
She tried to break my heart
I told her sorry hoe!
I'm the greatest overall
Never needed Adderall
I was focused on my own
That's the way that I'mma ball
Life is like the cookie jar
Really close but always far
Momma told me I'm a star
Then she copped the foreign car
Ha ha, yeah
Then she copped the foreign car
So I started going hard
Harder than some prison bars
Killing shit, bodying my tracks
Countin' up my racks
Bitter cold, serving to my folks
Dodging all these hoes, yeah!
I see a righteous soul... (dodging all these hoes, you feel me?)
And you like it...
You love it...
I see a righteous soul...
And you like it...
You love it...
Okay I'm
Kicking back, smoking dope
Roll it with my bros
You could smell the fragrance
Sticking to my fucking clothes
Nah I'm kidding, said I'm lying
I don't even smoke
She tried to break my heart
I told her sorry hoe!
I see a righteous soul...
And you like it...
You love it...
I see a righteous soul...
And you like it...
You love it...
I see a righteous soul...
And you like it...
You love it...
Credits
Writer(s): Malenciiaga
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