On My Soul

Almigh'
(I put this on my soul ain't finna break, ain't finna fold)
(Gotta watch them grimey nias, cause you know that they done told)
Almigh'
Almigh'

I put this on my soul, ain't finna break, ain't finna fold (Almigh)
Gotta watch them grimey nias, cause you know that they done told (They told)
Don't do the internet, so I pull up!
Drop yo location (We pullin up)
These nias really hatin, ain't got time for no debatin (Almigh)

We kickin shit like Bruce Lee (Huh)
Choppa in the hooptie (Glllahh)
Bullets fly no Drew Brees (Huh)
Got bitches wanna do me (Yeah)

Think that I'm Hugh Hefner
Cause you know a nia blessed her (Almigh)
Talkin shit on IG, get the reverend
He in heaven

Went from robbin and connivin ain't no hoe in me
If I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to keep
Swear I'm trynna get this cake, and get my moms some real estate
No more robbin and connivin head first like Michael Phelps!

Fuck these nias talkin bout? Mad cause I got it out the drought!
Now these bitches watchin me, got em stuck like it's Get Out
Always plottin, steady pocket watchin
Talkin bout he got it, boy a liar thought his name was Jim
We cooked him call it Carrey

I ain't even worried baby, countin hella 20s baby
Told you he a dummy baby
Put you in that new Mercedes
Don't let Andrew try his Luck
Swear this nia goin retire

He don't even want the drama
Choppa make him sing no choir

Went from robbin and connivin ain't no hoe in me
If I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to keep
Swear I'm trynna get this cake, and get my moms some real estate
No more robbin and connivin head first like Michael Phelps!

Went from robbin and connivin ain't no hoe in me
If I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to keep
Swear I'm trynna get this cake, and get my moms some real estate
No more robbin and connivin head first like Michael Phelps!

Almigh'
Almigh'
Almigh' The EP



Credits
Writer(s): Kenard Joy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link