Shotta Soul

(Damn, ayo Drum, play that bitch back)
Oh damn, let me tell you niggas 'bout most of the
Most of the shit, and I say
(Danny got that juice)

Had some problems, but, that's what made me who I am today (day)
They was tearin' me down, I ain't never break (I ain't never break)
Interrogation, I ain't never say it
Nigga got hit up with that Drac' (shh, pow, pow)
I'm from the 'hood, you break the rules, you gotta pay (you gotta pay)
I done made it on my own, say, "Amen" (Amen, Amen)
I'm protected everywhere I go (mhm)
Free my brothers in the Sprinter Van
Fifty cent chip bag from the store
Now, a young nigga got hella bands
Bands, I'm so high, I won't never land

I ain't graduate at all, but, you got a new house
I see grandpa (okay)
Say I love you 'fore I leave that Nawf, I done made it too hot
I done knocked some off (that's a fact)
Huh, did so bad, I ain't think she come back
But, she still sittin' around puttin' up with my ass
I was lookin' at Kelly, I was lookin' at Birk
Had to ask do she got some love for a bag
Put a X on that, if I cop one, I'll buy multiple (whoa)
Lost her, left her stranded, that's a shotta soul (oh)
On top, no panty, ride me like a rodeo (oh, oh)

I know that you see I'm worse than before (oh-oh)
But if you mine, you stay on my side
Don't tell a nigga that can't take mine
Got way more money than I had before
But, he don't value what you mean, now, I know
Now, you got to tell a nigga your time gone
My son's gone, my mind gone, they ain't think of that (they ain't think of that)
Young nigga rich like Richy
Rich like Rich The Kid, I pay the bills
I pay my mama bills, my lawyer fees
For a burner, I'll probably sell the house
He say, "Murder fees," don't bring 'em me
Know I play for keeps, I knock some off (I knock some off)
Black Range truck, pull up sport, take off (skrrt, skrrt, let's go)
Better not tell me shit, I'm inside my house
Told a bitch that she better watch her mouth (watch)
You know I'm a gangster
You know it ain't long 'til the day that they say I'ma die (die)
Not a child, I don't cry
Just make sure I'm focused, I'm rollin' with sticks in the ride (sticks in the ride)
And make sure I stack up my M's for my child
You know that I ran up my M's for my kids
I ain't seen my daughter or son in over a year
And still don't know what I did (what I did)
Play games, nigga, I set the beam
May as well ride my TEC to flinch
If I got 'em, make sure I designer my kids
Lord know I grew up with Skechers

I ain't graduate at all, but, you got a new house
I see grandpa (okay)
Say I love you 'fore I leave that Nawf, I done made it too hot
I done knocked some off (that's a fact)
Huh, did so bad, I ain't think she come back
But, she still sittin' around puttin' up with my ass
I was lookin' at Kelly, I was lookin' at Birk
Had to ask do she got some love for a bag
Put a X on that, if I cop one, I'll buy multiple (whoa)
Lost her, left her stranded, that's a shotta soul (oh)
On top, no panty, ride me like a rodeo (oh, oh)