Part I: "SOULCHILD"

[Intro]
Y'all thought I couldn't do this?
Tuh, fuck you
Yeah, yeah, uh, like

[Verse]
Verses attack your mental like it's Vietnam
Unless you moving straight militant, lyrics ascending from the fog
Name another motherfucker who can flow with the skills of a God
But keep it mellow like the Knicks, Liam damn near threw me a lob
This shit my job, fuck a nine-to-five, from the ages of five to nine
I was spitting off of the top of the dome, in my mother's mind
I had a gift, started writing shit and I formed a symphony
Three years later, I picked up a mic and the rest was history
Speaking of which, tired of motherfuckers saying my music is shit
Like, really think and tell me you can do something better than this
That's what I thought, motherfucker, go take a hike and rest in piss
No R. Kelly trial, I don't keep sixteens, but I keep a fist in case we get wild
My looks alone will make your man convert, no MP3 file
Y'all can't progress 'cause you're stubborn, shit makes you senile
If I looked in one direction my whole life too, then I'd probably see Nile
Y'all won't get that, you need to get back 'cause it's facts
If I never existed, your whole career would've had a major setback
Punchlines hit like Mayweather, must get an umbrella
The way I shoot out flows, no Beretta, I'm just better
More arsenal, stacked like the Showtime Lakers
Chase to the paper, we playing tag, but this time, we touching your toe
If you interfere with the bright, then motherfucker, you toast
I would say let's hop on a song, but you be doing the most, bitch
[Outro]
Showtime Lakers, chase to the paper
Motherfucker, you toast

Part II: "MAJOR LEAGUES"

[Verse]
I ain't think I need to prove myself any longer
Built myself up like a carpenter, screw a martyr
Moral of the story is we don't need fathers
Deceased parts of a family tree that have no need to be present in my seed's corner
Keep feeding me hate so I can receive praise
And all the fruits of my labor, keep me sane
When the beast calls, I'll be right there to attack, people wanna be problem starters
And attack on the web behind closed doors, Peter Parker
Now, we got no way home, case closed
I thought this was supposed to be effortless, why you sweating?
You said you could do it better, clearly, I got the message
So, here's my mic and my pen, go ahead, I'll give you a second
Exactly, a catastrophe is what this happened to be, I'm happy
I like when they crumble and fail in front of my face
Especially when they bring me down as if there's any way I'm stopping
You either with or against me and you don't want the second option
Between me and you, you always gon' be the second option
Ball on your court, I'm snatching it from you, Dennis Rodman
I had you in the bigger picture before, but now I'm cropping
New homies in the picture, we gon' shine, I got 'em locked in
Three hundred thousand streams and I haven't made a fucking profit
A prophet always profits, so fuck it
Negativity, tuck it, what's real will always prosper
And the countless fucking offers that I got clearly speaks for themselves
So, leave your bullshit for the birds 'cause it ain't good for my health
Fuck being humble, sometimes I wanna drown in my wealth
When you got the gift that I got, it's hard to keep to yourself
So, if you hate on me 'cause I'm confident, then please seek help, bitch
[Outro]
You hate on me, then please seek help, bitch
Please seek help, yeah
Liam so fine