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Iamsu!

"On My Soul"

[Intro]
Who made the beat?
Apollo, ho


[Verse 1: Iamsu!]
Yeah, I'm a mack like Khalil
Yeah, I just speak on how I feel
Yeah, she work it low, she know the drill
I don't sip lean, don't pop pills
I'm a P, that's a fact, in her ear like some wax
I'ma run up them racks, bust it down with my staff
Racks on the floor, my low stack to my calf
You ain't really getting money, need to pick a different path
Wavy like a raft, I'm in Saks buyin' Raf
All this ice on my neck, walk past, catch a draft
Split sh*t in half, I'm a selfish lil' bast*rd
Zip of that Gelato make me think a lil' faster
Windy in Chicago, in the Hellcat, can't catch 'em
Said it loud and clear but I ain't think he got the message
So I had to reach behind my back like I was stretching
I'm plugged in with the Mexicans, Obama still my president
Ridin' around and I'm gettin' it, tryna put an end to it
It really ain't no sense in it, I'm ready for every incident
Need the top spot, I'm in for it
I'm on point like infrared
I hear a beat and I kill it dead

[Chorus: $tupid Young]
You ain't talkin' 'bout no money, that's all
Do this for the gang, I don't do this for no clout
You know that I live everything I talk about
Everything facts, I got n*ggas that can vouch
And that's on my soul, n*gga, that's on my soul
That's on my soul, yeah, that's on my soul
n*gga, that's on my soul
Yeah, that's on my soul

[Verse 2: $tupid Young]
Ayy
f*ck a n*gga mean? Glizzy with the beam
Dirty bundles in the stash spots, whip is clean
An artist wasn't the plan but now I'm chasing dreams
Hope this pistol don't jam, that n*gga gon' scream
Mama called me up, she said she need a thou-wow
I said, "I got you," this money in my account now
Comin' up, all these suckers wishing I'd fall down
These n*ggas stuntin' for the 'Gram, call 'em Bow Wow
Glock 23'll do the job
Put it in his chest and send him on his way to God
Everything a hundred, n*gga, I can't f*ck with frauds
Young street Asian n*gga, I done beat the odds

[Chorus: $tupid Young]
You ain't talkin' 'bout no money, that's all
Do this for the gang, I don't do this for no clout
You know that I live everything I talk about
Everything facts, I got n*ggas that can vouch
And that's on my soul, n*gga, that's on my soul
That's on my soul, yeah, that's on my soul
n*gga, that's on my soul
Yeah, that's on my soul

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