My Soul

Tell me why you niggas putting salt in the game
That shit is lame
I ain't selling my soul just for some money and fame
That shit is lame

Y'all so damn lame I don't do this for the fame
I'ma stay getting money cause money ain't a thang
I'ma keep on swerving swerving in my lane
Y'all weirdos can keep putting salt on my name
Y'all salty in the game I'm not a soul seller
Dropping music and chopping business with the tellers
Bank on a real boss no matter how much it cost
Got that real talent and my singles always taking off
Had a few loses but they count as lessons
Had some cut off bounce back more blessings
When I set it off y'all start confessing
Too much fire y'all can't hang in the session

Tell me why you niggas putting salt in the game
That shit is lame
I ain't selling my soul just for some money and fame
That shit is lame

Niggas putting salt in the game won't ever work
Cause niggas keep calling my name to get this work
So be careful and very mindful that every new song
Going give you another clue
Now you gotta watch what I do I makes moves
Going take a whole lot of dues to walk my shoes
Going take a whole lot of dudes to push you through
Every time I'm serving you fools you get the blues
Every time I'm dropping new shit you try to block it
Sixty-Nine countries later you can't stop it
Using my muscle expanding my hustle
But ready every time y'all niggas start some trouble

Tell me why you niggas putting salt in the game
That shit is lame
I ain't selling my soul just for some money and fame
That shit is lame