Cheap Soul

Cheap Soul

Writen By D.I.O.

Cheap Soul
When you call don't stress me,
Not out to eat but I still need a check please
Lot on my mind but in yours living rent free,
My shawty knew from the start who I'm gon' be
Pussy so attached to my face like a goatee
Course imma get to the lane like I'm Maxey
I'm so ahead how the fuck could you lap me
You niggas don't deserve game if you ask me
How could you get in my way from the back seat
I cut my way into the game now I'm this deep
Feel like I'm up 3-0 I gotta sweep,
I ain't come here to play you can't control me,
You let ya whole crew starve with a lot to eat,
You took a short cut and gave up the soul cheap
These niggas did the shit and went to the police
Now you look up to these niggas like it's hard to see
Cool you fucked her once but so did everybody else
I read the energy ain't need to take it off the shelf
I hold the deck of cards you cannot pull its always dealt with
Don't argue on the net I rather go and hurt ya health
Money on the gram and then you asking me for help

I'm in the deep end of course I had to pull a Michael Phelps
The bitches tweaking they seeing me on stage all by myself
It's not my fault I'm being me I cannot be nobody else
Huh Look, I got em all shook they think it's money that I took,
But honestly these niggas getting bad at writing hooks
And I don't give a fuck about the blocks you claim you stood
You know it's never smoke with you I wish a nigga, huh
Nigga would
I bet you niggas never send no money to ya hood
These bitches going crazy for the kid as they should way too much I
gotta give em to my goons,
But you let ya crew starve with a lot to eat
You took a shortcut and gave up the soul cheap
These niggas did the shit and went to the police,
Now you look up to these niggas like it's hard to see"