Lyrics Soul - Cam Meekins, Michael Christmas

Soul

One of the illest to ever do it, my attitude is high like my latitude,
like the swag of a catholic dude
And I’m pure, more than what’s meeting the eye, and I’m raw like a cheeseburger,
pizza, and fries
The diet of a struggling artist, and nah my hunger never will tarnish
I clear my throat and it’s back to bombardment, when I attack, it’s a rap,
like a Christmas gift
Why do you rap is it only to get bitches' dick?
I ain’t concerned with the problems facing our generation, just lay back roll a
spliff, try to stay meditated
I’m elevated, like American Airlines and bankrupt, they wanna know about the
government they stay corrupt
And I ain’t made a dollar yet, but I got to pay taxes on what I already spent