Soil
Pops used to tell me I was going to the league
I was more focused on smoking all the weed
I been seeing signs, I don't know what this could mean
Cops at the door, and I hope it ain't for me
Football coach told me I ain't gonna be shit
I should hit him up right now, look at me
Gotta let go of your past, come to peace
I'm a boss, I ain't never lose a bag for a treesh
I was down bad in the streets
I don't gang-bang, I don't think a flag is for me
How you live life like a casket is cheap
I ain't tryna lose what I have over beef
You can call me pussy but you are what you eat
OG had to try to give a lesson on some street shit
Snakes in the grass, gotta watch who you be with
Judas at the table, gotta watch out who you eat with
I struggled in some dark times
I just it in a bar, make a hard rhyme
If the neighbors call 9-1-1
I know I'ma get locked. So don't make this shit hot
Plug hit my phone, tryna make a quick drop
Price too high, so I told him kick rocks
Slide for the beef, if you see him-spin blocks
Niggas die in the streets for the name of "Hip-Hop"
I can't tell my kids that I quit
That I gave up on myself like a bitch
Need house in the hills, grill by the pit
Independent nigga, I don't need a deal to get rich
Put some money to the side, got racks on hold
Still think about all the packs I sold
Lil' lucky leprechaun, can't have my gold
I can't wait to get back on the road
Pops used to tell me I was going to the league
I was more focused on smoking all the weed
I been seeing signs, I don't know what this could mean
Cops at the door, and I hope it ain't for me
Football coach told me I ain't gonna be shit
I should hit him up, look at me
Gotta let go of your past, come to peace
I'm a boss, I ain't never lose a bag for a treesh
I was down bad in the streets
I don't gang-bang, I don't think a flag is for me
How you live life like a casket is cheap
I ain't tryna lose what I have over beef
You can call me pussy but you are what you eat
OG had to try to give a lesson on some street shit
Snakes in the grass gotta watch who you be with
Judas at the table gotta watch out who you eat with
I was more focused on smoking all the weed
I been seeing signs, I don't know what this could mean
Cops at the door, and I hope it ain't for me
Football coach told me I ain't gonna be shit
I should hit him up right now, look at me
Gotta let go of your past, come to peace
I'm a boss, I ain't never lose a bag for a treesh
I was down bad in the streets
I don't gang-bang, I don't think a flag is for me
How you live life like a casket is cheap
I ain't tryna lose what I have over beef
You can call me pussy but you are what you eat
OG had to try to give a lesson on some street shit
Snakes in the grass, gotta watch who you be with
Judas at the table, gotta watch out who you eat with
I struggled in some dark times
I just it in a bar, make a hard rhyme
If the neighbors call 9-1-1
I know I'ma get locked. So don't make this shit hot
Plug hit my phone, tryna make a quick drop
Price too high, so I told him kick rocks
Slide for the beef, if you see him-spin blocks
Niggas die in the streets for the name of "Hip-Hop"
I can't tell my kids that I quit
That I gave up on myself like a bitch
Need house in the hills, grill by the pit
Independent nigga, I don't need a deal to get rich
Put some money to the side, got racks on hold
Still think about all the packs I sold
Lil' lucky leprechaun, can't have my gold
I can't wait to get back on the road
Pops used to tell me I was going to the league
I was more focused on smoking all the weed
I been seeing signs, I don't know what this could mean
Cops at the door, and I hope it ain't for me
Football coach told me I ain't gonna be shit
I should hit him up, look at me
Gotta let go of your past, come to peace
I'm a boss, I ain't never lose a bag for a treesh
I was down bad in the streets
I don't gang-bang, I don't think a flag is for me
How you live life like a casket is cheap
I ain't tryna lose what I have over beef
You can call me pussy but you are what you eat
OG had to try to give a lesson on some street shit
Snakes in the grass gotta watch who you be with
Judas at the table gotta watch out who you eat with
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Writer(s): Anthony Henry
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