My Soul
I show gudda go hard like no other
Got the streets watching feel like a young Hova
Every song put my heart and my soul on it
Goat from da start or not too far from it
Bar for bar with anybody let's go for it
Every verse is soul touching
I give it to em straight with no punches
Never scared like bone crusher
I expose suckas
They hate to see show coming
I dispose of em
Grim reaper flow take they soul from em
Boy got it bad no usher
All gas no brakes ask bruh nem
1 take in a booth bet i bomb it
Feel im the greatest to do it not to be cocky
This is greatness you viewing something like rocky.
When you winning you see the hate in these dudes but who can stop me
1 of 1 you can't copy
Locked in in Ny like spike lee
In brooklyn making plays I'm like kyrie
Or I'm in the bronx on tilden with the yg's
Down in queens the homies greet like im Dave east
But im from where the weed and cocaine cheap
If you really with it then your name ring
You a gang banger imma member it aint the same thang...
I survived those summers outside with my brothers
I relied on thuggin
Getting high and getting money
Front line with no running
0 Nine was a cold summer
I buried my brother
Cried with my mother
Seeing my brudda in that casket
Had me to sick to stomach
Told me pray about it but the shit it aint working
Got demon thoughts wanna see ppl hurtin
Got the streets watching feel like a young Hova
Every song put my heart and my soul on it
Goat from da start or not too far from it
Bar for bar with anybody let's go for it
Every verse is soul touching
I give it to em straight with no punches
Never scared like bone crusher
I expose suckas
They hate to see show coming
I dispose of em
Grim reaper flow take they soul from em
Boy got it bad no usher
All gas no brakes ask bruh nem
1 take in a booth bet i bomb it
Feel im the greatest to do it not to be cocky
This is greatness you viewing something like rocky.
When you winning you see the hate in these dudes but who can stop me
1 of 1 you can't copy
Locked in in Ny like spike lee
In brooklyn making plays I'm like kyrie
Or I'm in the bronx on tilden with the yg's
Down in queens the homies greet like im Dave east
But im from where the weed and cocaine cheap
If you really with it then your name ring
You a gang banger imma member it aint the same thang...
I survived those summers outside with my brothers
I relied on thuggin
Getting high and getting money
Front line with no running
0 Nine was a cold summer
I buried my brother
Cried with my mother
Seeing my brudda in that casket
Had me to sick to stomach
Told me pray about it but the shit it aint working
Got demon thoughts wanna see ppl hurtin
Credits
Writer(s): Deautray Pearson
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