Soul To Da Streets
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Yo, uh, yo
Only want her if she slim thick (I do)
This Louis bag vintage
If it weren't for them L's I would've been rich (Inshallah)
Money callin', blowin' racks out of boredom (Ah)
But I started with a ball, Michael Jordan (8 Ball)
Cussed by my teachers, more money than my teachers
Lookin' at a kettle, it's all discontinued pieces (Rolex)
I just left the wing with the lifers, new shh with the silence
Fuck your bitch in my LV sliders
My belly was empty (Grubbin')
Sold more raps than an MC
Might write a cheque but they can't check me
Got my soul to the streets, Maurice (Ah)
Touch my skin and that's World War 3 (True stories)
And, nah, that ain't a threat, that's a promise
My gun sound like a rocket
I ain't a virgin to this ting like Colin (Get it?)
Famous and dangerous (I am)
I was tryna pitch man before the playlist (True stories)
Got my soul to the streets, Maurice (I do)
Touch my skin and that's World War 3 (Facts)
Lookin' at my left wrist, that's sixty G's (Thousand)
Boy, in how much time man F'd up the re? (Wallahi)
Street nigga tryna run up an M (Ah)
Raised by the code, I'm a G 'til the end (Forever)
Got my soul to the streets, Maurice
I'm the realest thing that ever came out my street
Late nights in the field, I can tell you 'bout drills (Grrah, grrah)
Mummy always said, "Who don't hear must feel" (Ah)
Suit pagans, more hammers than tool station (Ah)
In the streets I'm verified, one acen
I had dry knees, went from a ball to a pie, G
Got my first daughter, felt like Kylie
You know the grind, G, grub on the line, G (Ah)
I was givin' out pics before IG (I was)
Baggin' up with my baby girl (Facts)
Earn this paper like it's Daily Mail
We just tryna ball like the NFL (Inshallah)
My losses hurt more than my scars did
In this kitchen mixin' DJ Targets (Ah)
No one gave me a hand (No one)
Now it's steak in the Strand
Told niggas that I'll still be the king when I land (Facts)
'Member workin' over them pictures
Now I'm home fuckin' all of them vixens (True story)
Got my soul to the streets, Maurice (I do)
Touch my skin and that's World War 3 (Facts)
Lookin' at my left wrist, that's sixty G's (Thousand)
Boy, in how much time man F'd up the re? (Wallahi)
Street nigga tryna run up an M (Ah)
Raised by the code, I'm a G 'til the end (Forever)
Got my soul to the streets, Maurice
I'm the realest thing that ever came out my street
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