Lyrics:
soul
I been in the field tryna bear that fruit
Now I got G's that'll help man go
But it's all by the grace of the Lord
Said it's all by the grace
Said I put that on my soul, I swear To God since I was young, I ain't Never had shit
Chasin' my goals it's like they runnin' from me, I gotta grab it
Taking off my mask as I walk out the door
I put my mask back on its my mack mask though
Bad lil bitch that I wanna take home
I don't got a job she don't
done put it on me, I done put your name on me
Just don't switch up (switch)
Meet you in the future (who?)
There when you look up
Put her in
feel then your goals off
It's a different game tryna get this truth
Put you on and then go off
So, yeah, I may swag at award shows
Get some jet lag
you know it ain't no prophet yeah
They made me miss the bankshot
And now it feels like my soul has deposit
I evolved from the pain
So you know it don't
Shake ya body Pop lock & Roll
Feel it & ya elbow Down to ya toe
Just let ya body Lose all control
Wave em back & forth You know we got soul
Just put your
Uh
Yo
Get a job, stack some green
Just hustle by any means
Legit tho keep it clean
And feel the soul
My angels watching me
My angels talk to me
They
don't know limits
You just gotta put your soul in it
Sitting on the table pile of fresh green
In the whip with pieces ammunition god protect me I tax
know times will get hard
I'll pick up your life just abide by the lord
Or ride by the lord
Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord
You bout to get it from
A couple of days is all is gonna take me
'Cause I'm so serious, and go like that
I drop it off and it come right back
I get it in the morning
Don't
It ain't Santa Claus
Brought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus
I can smell you pussy with the panties off, I
Been gettin' to the bread, tryna
what you want to do it like that
I can play eight to the Penn, cut your lights off right now
Mean what I say and I say what I mean, nigga like me don't
soul
Ridin' 'round with the devil
Sherm feelin' like metal
Inhale that smoke
Then off to the next level
Hoes, I don't really care for
Real
she can suck my dick
Never waste a minute, never flick my wrist
I don’t force things if it does not clique
I don’t know her but I know my soul
No rush
the trench To the gutter
I might turn up
No telling what I put up
I made a deal with the cutters
No I ain't play by the rules
But I paid my dues
And made off
meaning or structure
They asked me to shoot, I do it, I have no character
Homegirl got a nice little turd cutter on her
Put a bag over his head and send
on my mind I don't show it
Bitch I'm a star and you know it
I got em off by the ounces, I got em off by the ounces
I put them diamonds around it, all
about her, all the lies
You wanna remember me, you by my side
And I cannot trust nobody outta line
On my soul, I put that on my soul
On my soul, on my
as
We're walking on by her soul slides away
But don't look back in anger i heard you say
Take me to the place where you go
Where nobody knows if it's night
play too much
I can say as much
Braids at your butt
Girl you set me up
Put it down on a dog and don't let me up
Turn my alarm clock off girl cause you
by my lonely
I put in work by my lonely
.40 on me, you know it's my homie
I wanna be by my lonely
I take these Perc' by my lonely
I put in work by
Brown, jump if you want
I put it on my momma and her very last nerve
Ricky made off everything I deserved
The square root of a kilo is me nigga
The square
put it on my first bomb like fifty states
I got fifty rounds to split yo motherfucking grape
I hope you don't think you could get away
Because I
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