Soul Child (feat. Lil Wayne)
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
For better or worse, I'm here with you (for better or worse)
I just logged off the internet, 'cause niggas be fake beefin'
I showed these niggas what to do with a Drake feature (yeah)
Six-time nominated, used to wait in line, now they got us accommodated (yeah)
Just think about the last seven months that I dominated (yeah)
The cars that we drive come in like common denominators
You could be the one livin' this life or the commentator
I hope I live a life to see my niggas exonerated
Why they gettin' canceled? (Canceled)
I'm not a slave in my whip, I'm ownin' my masters
When I drop that Moon Boy I took off like NASA (skrrt)
I'm finally at a place where we can talk 'bout the fucked shit (fuck it)
Don't need you complainin' because I go through enough shit
These niggas all my sons like I grew up on Bushwick
I went from no money on my books to overbooked, bitch
We out in Palestine, they had to give me my flowers like I'm their valentine
It was a matter of time, I never talked to the cops when it was a matter of crime
How the fuck a legal drug turned to a federal crime?
I got some niggas in prison who doin' federal time
And I heard you niggas fallin' off, I could feel the decline
My shit through the roof, don't give a fuck how the ceilin' designed
Hangin' with some made niggas who be on militant time
You niggas toy soldiers, when they was tryna keep me in the game, I crossed over
Feds tryna intercept the pack and got Moss'd over
Filipino hoes in the room get tossed over
Now look at me cross-over (yeah)
And I'm rappin' like my life depend on this shit (it does, nigga)
I ain't got no love for these bitches, yeah
They never treated me special, they never did shit but be extra
No Uber, make her drive herself like a Tesla
Guns on the dresser came with a compressor
Don't you treat, treat, treat me like sixth man, uh, yeah
Ayy, tell the valet, "Bring the Urus to the parking lot"
I got shooters in this car, don't whip up in this parking spot
I know niggas talk a lot 'cause they all make 'em walk a lot
I'm bougie, what you talkin' 'bout? You never sucked this dick, so stop
Bitches, they be fake as fuck, fake ass, fake titties
Fake attitude, hoe, actin' like you don't drink Henny
Talkin' 'bout some 1942, what you gon' do to get it?
Ayy, I probably got half on your rent, if not, get evicted
Can't be the hottest in the city, I'm tryna take over the whole fuckin' world
The world cray, always first, never second, suck my third leg
Got her legs in the air like some bird legs
Fuck her 'til she can't feel her legs like a mermaid
I'm a Perc' head, lean fiend, I'm a weed boy
Coke on my fingers, work a key like a keyboard
Cocaine cowboy, yeehaw, high comin' down
Put some pounds on the other side of the see-saw
Yung Bleu, I got 'em, I one-two-and out 'em
Put the gun to his collar, Alhamdulillah 'em, yeah
Bumbu and olives, mushroom and molly
Been a pro since a kid like the young Luka Dončić
Promethazine make my punch-punch like Muhammad
New Orleans love me like Miami love Udonis
Yeah, red bandana and blue collar
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, soul child in this bitch
Platinum teeth but ain't no smiles in that bih
What's beef? Get the whole cow in this bih
If you ain't slatt, keep your nose out of this shit, yeah
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
For better or worse, I'm here with you (for better or worse)
For better or worse, I'm here with you (for better or worse)
I just logged off the internet, 'cause niggas be fake beefin'
I showed these niggas what to do with a Drake feature (yeah)
Six-time nominated, used to wait in line, now they got us accommodated (yeah)
Just think about the last seven months that I dominated (yeah)
The cars that we drive come in like common denominators
You could be the one livin' this life or the commentator
I hope I live a life to see my niggas exonerated
Why they gettin' canceled? (Canceled)
I'm not a slave in my whip, I'm ownin' my masters
When I drop that Moon Boy I took off like NASA (skrrt)
I'm finally at a place where we can talk 'bout the fucked shit (fuck it)
Don't need you complainin' because I go through enough shit
These niggas all my sons like I grew up on Bushwick
I went from no money on my books to overbooked, bitch
We out in Palestine, they had to give me my flowers like I'm their valentine
It was a matter of time, I never talked to the cops when it was a matter of crime
How the fuck a legal drug turned to a federal crime?
I got some niggas in prison who doin' federal time
And I heard you niggas fallin' off, I could feel the decline
My shit through the roof, don't give a fuck how the ceilin' designed
Hangin' with some made niggas who be on militant time
You niggas toy soldiers, when they was tryna keep me in the game, I crossed over
Feds tryna intercept the pack and got Moss'd over
Filipino hoes in the room get tossed over
Now look at me cross-over (yeah)
And I'm rappin' like my life depend on this shit (it does, nigga)
I ain't got no love for these bitches, yeah
They never treated me special, they never did shit but be extra
No Uber, make her drive herself like a Tesla
Guns on the dresser came with a compressor
Don't you treat, treat, treat me like sixth man, uh, yeah
Ayy, tell the valet, "Bring the Urus to the parking lot"
I got shooters in this car, don't whip up in this parking spot
I know niggas talk a lot 'cause they all make 'em walk a lot
I'm bougie, what you talkin' 'bout? You never sucked this dick, so stop
Bitches, they be fake as fuck, fake ass, fake titties
Fake attitude, hoe, actin' like you don't drink Henny
Talkin' 'bout some 1942, what you gon' do to get it?
Ayy, I probably got half on your rent, if not, get evicted
Can't be the hottest in the city, I'm tryna take over the whole fuckin' world
The world cray, always first, never second, suck my third leg
Got her legs in the air like some bird legs
Fuck her 'til she can't feel her legs like a mermaid
I'm a Perc' head, lean fiend, I'm a weed boy
Coke on my fingers, work a key like a keyboard
Cocaine cowboy, yeehaw, high comin' down
Put some pounds on the other side of the see-saw
Yung Bleu, I got 'em, I one-two-and out 'em
Put the gun to his collar, Alhamdulillah 'em, yeah
Bumbu and olives, mushroom and molly
Been a pro since a kid like the young Luka Dončić
Promethazine make my punch-punch like Muhammad
New Orleans love me like Miami love Udonis
Yeah, red bandana and blue collar
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, soul child in this bitch
Platinum teeth but ain't no smiles in that bih
What's beef? Get the whole cow in this bih
If you ain't slatt, keep your nose out of this shit, yeah
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
For better or worse, I'm here with you (for better or worse)
Credits
Writer(s): Andre Harris, Carvin Haggins, Taalib Johnson, Dwayne Carter, Jeremy Biddle, Dashawn Happie White, Cydney Christine
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