Soul Taker
mhmm
(cough)
mhmm
Dis Chapo on da beat
Ahh
Im gon keep on grindin til I get to the point
Where I got enough money to buy what I want
Dont got check the tags, jus walk in and stunt
I been putting in work, my pockets gotta pump
I been out the way, I said that from the jump
You aint believe me now you lookin dumb
Aint help me stack bread you aint gettin a crumb
Brodie chop a guitar and my stick got a drum
We sliding through traffic and screaming "Redrum"
See red and blue lights, aint no question we run
Hold up im outta breath
Master the flow switch, I dont even sweat
Trynna do right but I keep goin left
These niggas hatin cause they got no bread
Came from the bottom, none was mine had to share
Hoes used to dub me, now they come in pairs
(Its okay though, I knew I was gon blow)
I aint ask for help I just had to be patient
I be writing verses, you be writing statements
We not the same, my lead you imitating
I rap what I live, but you niggas be fakin
Beat a bitch from the back wit blonde hair her name Peyton
Send her home wit her neck throbbin and her legs shaking
She want her nails done
She holding up my patience
Told her she worth a damn thing
Now she think I'm hating
When you give it to another nigga
Nigga for free cause complaining
Don't come back and call me name
I don't even remember faces
Don't even remember when you put that dress on
Even when you naked
Always think I'm complaining
Always say I'm changing
Never want you
So you can't come back
When ridding planes and
Lambo's Ferrari's Pagani's,
Maserati's Bugattis
When I have 2 seats
I have to say forgot you
Basic oh basic
Ain't never know my location
Gotta chase this paper
I been thinking bout you lately
Going up my favors
I been running up my paper
Disappointed my favorite
Ain't never choose my patience
Feelings ain't real
Like a video game we playing
Energy be stored with the
Money we be chasing
Time ain't really going for me
Thinks it's really fading
the sand is really falling
Options stop on calling
They don't really see me
It's hard for them believe me
Calling me a psycho
Oh my passion no so dreamy
Avoiding all your calls
Oh baby you not special
Talking to my mother
Another man could never test you
Really think you hurting
You hold me from the best me
Lambo with a jet ski
Dubai look real healthy
Away from you what helped me
And never found my Saviour
You would be so mad
If I told you i went Muslim
(cough)
mhmm
Dis Chapo on da beat
Ahh
Im gon keep on grindin til I get to the point
Where I got enough money to buy what I want
Dont got check the tags, jus walk in and stunt
I been putting in work, my pockets gotta pump
I been out the way, I said that from the jump
You aint believe me now you lookin dumb
Aint help me stack bread you aint gettin a crumb
Brodie chop a guitar and my stick got a drum
We sliding through traffic and screaming "Redrum"
See red and blue lights, aint no question we run
Hold up im outta breath
Master the flow switch, I dont even sweat
Trynna do right but I keep goin left
These niggas hatin cause they got no bread
Came from the bottom, none was mine had to share
Hoes used to dub me, now they come in pairs
(Its okay though, I knew I was gon blow)
I aint ask for help I just had to be patient
I be writing verses, you be writing statements
We not the same, my lead you imitating
I rap what I live, but you niggas be fakin
Beat a bitch from the back wit blonde hair her name Peyton
Send her home wit her neck throbbin and her legs shaking
She want her nails done
She holding up my patience
Told her she worth a damn thing
Now she think I'm hating
When you give it to another nigga
Nigga for free cause complaining
Don't come back and call me name
I don't even remember faces
Don't even remember when you put that dress on
Even when you naked
Always think I'm complaining
Always say I'm changing
Never want you
So you can't come back
When ridding planes and
Lambo's Ferrari's Pagani's,
Maserati's Bugattis
When I have 2 seats
I have to say forgot you
Basic oh basic
Ain't never know my location
Gotta chase this paper
I been thinking bout you lately
Going up my favors
I been running up my paper
Disappointed my favorite
Ain't never choose my patience
Feelings ain't real
Like a video game we playing
Energy be stored with the
Money we be chasing
Time ain't really going for me
Thinks it's really fading
the sand is really falling
Options stop on calling
They don't really see me
It's hard for them believe me
Calling me a psycho
Oh my passion no so dreamy
Avoiding all your calls
Oh baby you not special
Talking to my mother
Another man could never test you
Really think you hurting
You hold me from the best me
Lambo with a jet ski
Dubai look real healthy
Away from you what helped me
And never found my Saviour
You would be so mad
If I told you i went Muslim
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Writer(s): Intricate E
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