On My Soul

Two hundred thousand feet up
Right when it get cold
I feel my soul start to heat up

Start to heat up
Look

Two hundred thousand feet up
Right when it get cold
I feel my soul start to heat up
Runnin through these soles
Till my toes start to beat up
Niggas get exposed on the low
Trying to keep up
Watch em for they creep up
Switching up the flows
Cause I know that shit get deeper
Lonely like the reaper
Why you acting phony
You my homie brothers keeper
This gon be a sleeper
But I'm only making classics
Grew up around somethings
You never seen that shit is drastic
Ain't no wedding rings
Or better things you could imagine
We was in the field like it was Madden
I just took a pill now I'm on Saturn
Shit is realer than Aladdin
Or realer than it has been
Know some niggas living in the past tense
Hate I took the lead I really past them
Brodie still on E you couldn't gas em
Know this shit ain't free
I'm finna tax em

I'm back up in the city with the vidibes
Never go out swinging that's a good eye
All this shit I'm preaching gotta live by
Throwing extra season on the rib-eye
If he get the reaching tell em goodbye

Swear this shit is so exciting
Got me in my glow
I caught a flow and get the writing
So much on my soul it start to show in different lighting
All the shit I know I won't expose that nigga lying
Swerving while I'm driving
Drowning in my thoughts and I be worried trynna dive in
Shit is not a sport
Im falling short at least I'm trying
Pennies for my thoughts
I could've bought the shit I fly in

Smoke with me and smoke with us
Say he with the beef until we meet
And smoke em dust
Hanging from a tree
Just like a leaf and poke em up
Family gotta grief
Just let it breathe it'll open up
Yeah
All these faces but I know they racist
Brodie fighting open cases gotta know the basics
I just call it how I see it dodging all the traces
I'm just hoping that he beat it all these altercations
Ain't no talking when we see him like some awkward braces
I'm just hoping that they free em but I talk with patience
Ima show em when I see em fuck the alteration
Shake em off I got some demons that's my ultimatum
Ballin like I'm Tatum
Niggas show me love I know wassup them niggas hate em
Diamond in the rough
Been feeling stuck and wouldn't save em
Boutta turn us up the jigg is up
Don't need no favors

Swear this shit is so exciting
Got me in my glow
I caught a flow and get the writing
So much on my soul it start to show in different lighting
All the shit I know I won't expose that nigga lying
Swerving while I'm driving
Drowning in my thoughts and I be worried trynna dive in
Shit is not a sport
I'm falling short at least I'm trying
Pennies for my thoughts
I could've bought the shit I fly in



Credits
Writer(s): Zane Davis
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