Iron Soul f
Uh, uh, uh
Gold teeth in my mouth, love the way it shine
Don't nobody show you love, this ain't Valentine
Everything on the line, got to toe that iron
Tears in joy, tears of pain, hate to see you cry
Nobody like real music, well fuck, I wonder why
I spit that real shit, that shit that's gonna make you cry
All that shit that make you kick back, roll up in five
You gon' feel a nigga ready, you so behind
Feel a real nigga pain, real nigga sorrow
A pain that's my own pain, niggas live or borrow
Can never buy my shit
Can't even stand the barcode
Always rollin' by myself
Always smokin' dolo
I did my dirt by my loanin' baby
Dressed as Chico
The streets label me a leader
All my niggas follow
I got no filler in my soul
Get my spirit hollow
All because of the false
Or genes that I follow
But no, no, no more
Sticks and stones
Won't break my soul
Cross my name
One same on me
I'm the one and only
Can't find a second date
Don't nobody show you love
This ain't Valentine
Everything on the line, gotta toe that line
Don't nobody show you love, this ain't Valentine
Everything on the line, gotta toe that line
Gotta toe that line, gotta toe that line
Gotta toe that line, gotta toe that line
Toe that line, toe that line, gotta toe that line
Can you hear me in the building?
I'm shooting shots and I'm aiming to the top to the ceiling
Can you feel me in the building?
I'm headed to the top, man, I won't stop
Can you feel it?
I won't stop, I'm on the clock
I'm putting in overtime
Won't let you monkey niggas knock me off of my fucking grind
Won't let you niggas knock me off the top and I'm back to shine
Picking up my crown and then I'm floating the dollar sign
Building
A nigga actualin' and I'm willing to go kill him
Can you hear me in the building?
I got that forty on my waist
Top below my belt
No half-steppin', boy, I really stout
Every time I hit that booth, they movin' right to laugh
Cookin' up in the kitchen, lookin' something like a chef
Don't nobody show you love, just ain't find the time
Everything on the line, gotta toe that I
Don't nobody show you love, just ain't find the time
Everything on the line, gotta toe that I
Gotta toe that I, gotta toe that I
Gotta toe that I, gotta toe that I
Toe that I, gotta toe that I
Gotta toe that I, yeah
Gold teeth in my mouth, love the way it shine
Don't nobody show you love, this ain't Valentine
Everything on the line, got to toe that iron
Tears in joy, tears of pain, hate to see you cry
Nobody like real music, well fuck, I wonder why
I spit that real shit, that shit that's gonna make you cry
All that shit that make you kick back, roll up in five
You gon' feel a nigga ready, you so behind
Feel a real nigga pain, real nigga sorrow
A pain that's my own pain, niggas live or borrow
Can never buy my shit
Can't even stand the barcode
Always rollin' by myself
Always smokin' dolo
I did my dirt by my loanin' baby
Dressed as Chico
The streets label me a leader
All my niggas follow
I got no filler in my soul
Get my spirit hollow
All because of the false
Or genes that I follow
But no, no, no more
Sticks and stones
Won't break my soul
Cross my name
One same on me
I'm the one and only
Can't find a second date
Don't nobody show you love
This ain't Valentine
Everything on the line, gotta toe that line
Don't nobody show you love, this ain't Valentine
Everything on the line, gotta toe that line
Gotta toe that line, gotta toe that line
Gotta toe that line, gotta toe that line
Toe that line, toe that line, gotta toe that line
Can you hear me in the building?
I'm shooting shots and I'm aiming to the top to the ceiling
Can you feel me in the building?
I'm headed to the top, man, I won't stop
Can you feel it?
I won't stop, I'm on the clock
I'm putting in overtime
Won't let you monkey niggas knock me off of my fucking grind
Won't let you niggas knock me off the top and I'm back to shine
Picking up my crown and then I'm floating the dollar sign
Building
A nigga actualin' and I'm willing to go kill him
Can you hear me in the building?
I got that forty on my waist
Top below my belt
No half-steppin', boy, I really stout
Every time I hit that booth, they movin' right to laugh
Cookin' up in the kitchen, lookin' something like a chef
Don't nobody show you love, just ain't find the time
Everything on the line, gotta toe that I
Don't nobody show you love, just ain't find the time
Everything on the line, gotta toe that I
Gotta toe that I, gotta toe that I
Gotta toe that I, gotta toe that I
Toe that I, gotta toe that I
Gotta toe that I, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Derris Troy Singleton, 54 Bnmz
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