Soul
Im jus out here tryin' to get it my nigga, I just be mindin' my business
I just be mindin' my business Thinkin' bout countin' them digits
Nigga, I stay on the mission Lookin' for diamonds that glisten
I done came up from the bottom, ready with a testimony, nigga
Only God can judge me, and He puttin' the blessings on me, nigga Ooh
I need it bag, I was broke in the past, ain't goin' back
I was stuck in the maze, but knew I would make it up out of that strugglin' phase
I was taught to get my money up and never sell my soul
This has gotta be the realest song that I ever wrote
Woah, I just be stuck in my zone I just be workin' on makin' a business
And gettin' my money up when I'm alone, Bitch I done came from the dirt
I ain't got nothin' to lose, Bitch I be goin' to work
Gotta get me a million views Ayy, pardon my flow, but I gotta go
Hard in the paint like Lebron on the mic I'm a problem like Kendrick and Cole
Yeah, servin' up a hot 16 I be spittin' flames like Godzilla
If I ever fall, I'ma stand tall Beatin' on my chest like King Kong
I be smokin' on Gorilla Glue Poppin' Tramadol when I'm feelin' low
Eatin' a whole lotta mushrooms Now they callin' me Super Mario
I be workin' on my cardio Runnin' and chasin' this paper till I get a meal
Mindin' my business and countin' this money So fuck how you feel
I just be mindin' my business Thinkin' bout countin' them digits
Nigga, I stay on the mission Lookin' for diamonds that glisten
I done came up from the bottom Ready with a testimony, nigga
Only God can judge me And He puttin' the blessings on me, nigga
Ooh, I need a bag I was broke in the past, ain't goin' back
I was stuck in the maze But knew I would make it up outta that struggling phase
I was taught to get my money up and never sell
My soul, this has gotta be the realest song
That I ever wrote
I keep to myself and I stay to myself
And I don't give a fuck about what you been thinkin' bout me
Unless you been thinkin' bout sayin' that shit to my face
Then it might just be bad for your health Fuck how you feel, I'm ready to kill on the mic
I'm a beast, I'm a tiger, a lion, a titan, a giant
And I never lie in a song I took a hit off the bong
I fell in love with the feelin' I get from weed I smoke, keep it a hundred
I fell in love with the feelin' I get from pills I pop
I be floatin away from the stress when it get to me
Fuck what you think of me, nigga I ain't even feelin' your energy, nigga
I'm focused on gettin' this money And fuckin' a couple of bitches from Italy
As soon as I get on the tour Ima spaz out an fuck every lil' bitch that I meet
Money, I'm feinding for more A nigga been starvin' like I ain't been eatin' for weeks
As soon as I get on the tour Ima spaz out and fuck every lil' bitch that I meet
Money, I'm feindin'for more Money, I'm feindin' for more
I just be mindin' my business Thinkin' bout countin' them digits
Nigga, I stay on the mission Lookin' for diamonds that glisten
I done came up from the bottom ready with a testimony, nigga
Only god can judge me And he puttin' them blessings on me nigga
Ooh, I need a bag I was broke in the past, ain't goin' back
I was stuck in the maze, but knew I would make it up out of that strugglin' phase
I was taught to get my money up and never sell my soul
This has gotta be the realest song that I ever wrote
I just be mindin' my business Thinkin' bout countin' them digits
Nigga, I stay on the mission Lookin' for diamonds that glisten
I done came up from the bottom, ready with a testimony, nigga
Only God can judge me, and He puttin' the blessings on me, nigga Ooh
I need it bag, I was broke in the past, ain't goin' back
I was stuck in the maze, but knew I would make it up out of that strugglin' phase
I was taught to get my money up and never sell my soul
This has gotta be the realest song that I ever wrote
Woah, I just be stuck in my zone I just be workin' on makin' a business
And gettin' my money up when I'm alone, Bitch I done came from the dirt
I ain't got nothin' to lose, Bitch I be goin' to work
Gotta get me a million views Ayy, pardon my flow, but I gotta go
Hard in the paint like Lebron on the mic I'm a problem like Kendrick and Cole
Yeah, servin' up a hot 16 I be spittin' flames like Godzilla
If I ever fall, I'ma stand tall Beatin' on my chest like King Kong
I be smokin' on Gorilla Glue Poppin' Tramadol when I'm feelin' low
Eatin' a whole lotta mushrooms Now they callin' me Super Mario
I be workin' on my cardio Runnin' and chasin' this paper till I get a meal
Mindin' my business and countin' this money So fuck how you feel
I just be mindin' my business Thinkin' bout countin' them digits
Nigga, I stay on the mission Lookin' for diamonds that glisten
I done came up from the bottom Ready with a testimony, nigga
Only God can judge me And He puttin' the blessings on me, nigga
Ooh, I need a bag I was broke in the past, ain't goin' back
I was stuck in the maze But knew I would make it up outta that struggling phase
I was taught to get my money up and never sell
My soul, this has gotta be the realest song
That I ever wrote
I keep to myself and I stay to myself
And I don't give a fuck about what you been thinkin' bout me
Unless you been thinkin' bout sayin' that shit to my face
Then it might just be bad for your health Fuck how you feel, I'm ready to kill on the mic
I'm a beast, I'm a tiger, a lion, a titan, a giant
And I never lie in a song I took a hit off the bong
I fell in love with the feelin' I get from weed I smoke, keep it a hundred
I fell in love with the feelin' I get from pills I pop
I be floatin away from the stress when it get to me
Fuck what you think of me, nigga I ain't even feelin' your energy, nigga
I'm focused on gettin' this money And fuckin' a couple of bitches from Italy
As soon as I get on the tour Ima spaz out an fuck every lil' bitch that I meet
Money, I'm feinding for more A nigga been starvin' like I ain't been eatin' for weeks
As soon as I get on the tour Ima spaz out and fuck every lil' bitch that I meet
Money, I'm feindin'for more Money, I'm feindin' for more
I just be mindin' my business Thinkin' bout countin' them digits
Nigga, I stay on the mission Lookin' for diamonds that glisten
I done came up from the bottom ready with a testimony, nigga
Only god can judge me And he puttin' them blessings on me nigga
Ooh, I need a bag I was broke in the past, ain't goin' back
I was stuck in the maze, but knew I would make it up out of that strugglin' phase
I was taught to get my money up and never sell my soul
This has gotta be the realest song that I ever wrote
Credits
Writer(s): Marreau Holmes
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