Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin', Amar'e
A nick' sold in the park then I want in
What's a king without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus without you clown
life flat broke
Mama called you a joke
My mama called you a joke
My mama called you a joke
Yo mama called you a joke
Whens the last time you spoke
Too
Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin', Amar'e
A nick' sold in the park then I want in
What's a king without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus without you clown
Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the back of the crib
Sittin' and countin', smoking a spliff, this shit's a gift
All my niggas watches is rough
the ETA
Praying for sold out tours
Nigga, fuck a sold soul back to the game
Better late than never
Finally got my shit together
You better not get in my
Foamposites
To red bottoms
Yeah I'm underrated and I never sold my soul
And I never switched slang to sound
Southern when the game changed
Niggas say they real
these niggas
These niggas be cap (Super cap)
I got a confession to make (what?)
I sold my soul to the trap (yeah, yeah)
Sold my soul to the trap
never sold no crack in your city
That's retarded as hell
Ayo this kid a clown
I want y'all to hear my impersonation
Of how corny this nigga sound
up
Soul Sold Separately
Triple S in-room dining and delicacies, how may I be of service to you?
Norva, Lambo, it's Julian, man
Yo, you guys
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in
always love me a bitch from Decatur
Big pistol protecting my life like a saver
Heard my bitch sold her soul & I can’t even save her
A bitch a reason my
straight lies
My little shooters keep it on they waist side
They small but straight ride
Right from the jump they'll bang
On you Nate Rob' yo I hate lies
won't hold back, I'mma blow and knock you flat on yo' ass
My lil' niggas'll blow and they ride for the cash
I'm a hitter for hitters, I sold my soul
my message?"
Yeah I got yo' message, you told me to clean up behind myself
And scrape the residue up off the edges
"What else?" Always look over my
Me and my bitch, took a little trip
Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)
Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip (boom)
Little
fillin' my cortex
No context needed when the boi raps
Cuz you just got grained by the heat and
You can't deny you might start to fight the feelin
But you
Exposed (Exposed)
Bitch I see soul (Bitch I see yo soul)
Come out from under there
Stop tripping niggas know this shit ain't it fair (Know this ain't
on the rapture
I guess it was my soul he was trying to capture
He missed me by a hairbone fracture
But he wanted to lay me down in a green pasture
But yet aiya
gangsters
The whole world full of gangsters
strange faces
They never been here, but we right there
Rappers fooled by the authentic truth
That's why I write
gone
End up shining
Like a Teletubby baby
Mama saying
That's my baby
And you proud
To hold yo baby
One time baby
Hold yo head up high
Cause you
Heaven you never made it
Walk around in your shell ‘cause
Your soul’s been desecrated
Don’t slouch, keep my pistol in perfect pouch
Hit you when you in
up at the park
When you want more
Bet it up
Reup with my dawg and I’m stacking my cheddar up
They ain’t had enough
Be calling my phone
Any
Always talkin' coke and man, I sold the most
'Til all my niggas broke, Belaire Rose we toast
Always keep your word and keep your mama close
You ride for
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