SONATA (HOLD MY SOUL)
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Hold my soul
Got bills to pay so what's my percentage
I got things to say, so what's in my message
Got shit to play, got dick to lay
Something to be, so let's start beginning
I got bills to pay so what's my percentage
I got things to say, so what's in my message
Got shit to play, got dick to lay
Something to be, so let's start beginning
Uh, the methodology is strange
Sell the stars to grow the farm, you could call me Danny Ainge
Whip my white into merengue
I'm just tryna test my range
I'm just tryna make some change
I'm just tryna get some chains
Every time I grip the mic it's like I grow fur
Sick fuckin' bitch, talkin' bout the mange cur
I been with the shits, yeah I'm cookin' flavor
Put some shit into the pot, make some shit to savor
It's like I'm damned if I do, then I'm damned if I don't
I take a week off of work, I just been chillin' at home cuz'
I been buildin' my rome and meditatin' my dome
And medicatin' the angst then playing games on my phone
And replicatin' the flow
Tryna shed every hold
You got the strings on my heart held me down with capos
All it is is tough days and good times rollin'
Put the damper on my spirit but you'll never take my soul, no
Bills to pay so what's my percentage
I got things to say, so what's in my message
Got shit to play, got dick to lay
Something to be, so let's start beginning
I got bills to pay so what's my percentage
I got things to say, so what's in my message
Got shit to play, got dick to lay
Something to be, so let's start beginning
Each to their own as I get into my zone
With a baggy in my pocket and a dime in my dome
Read the shit from my tome
We was growing up stoned
With his head full of braids and his pocket shirt on
And the microphones on fling shit from my lips
If you can't feel it take a couple of sips
I got the hippy shit too
Always got it on me
With my sack full of caps on my wack shit homie
So we down the shots that gon' hit the spot
We got the shit that'll make your dome split
With the foot on the pedal, I ain't talkin' wah wah
Yeah I like all that spit, hey baby don't quit
I got a sold out show, yeah
Now the whole blocks hot
Crowd bops in half time, ya'll don't know shit
Just wanna get real rich so I can start to piss rocks
Fresh prince my smith shit, you a fuckin' Chris Rock uh