Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soul, artist - Kur. Date of issue: 02.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Soul |
| I been staying on my toes, keep that tooley that’s fasure |
| Suckas want me dead and I can feel it in my soul, I can feel it in my soul, |
| never fold nor will I fold |
| Roll this dope and pull this foe, take me right where I belong |
| All the life is in my phone, ain’t eat hygiene from the store |
| Alotta slidin wit these polls, got all these diamonds on my foe |
| Count out the doley I got it for the hoe, Count out the doley I got for the show |
| Nother deposit, I never go broke, Know how I’m rockin forever on go |
| Know what it is, forever my woah, I got some niggas who never parole (yeah) |
| Still young I let em know, I got sum niggas who never parole |
| They know that we reppin the Foe, Why is you stretching the dough |
| I needa pair, Hit it with K-RO, So clear this shit is serious |
| I think about givin up sometimes, I think about Greg and how he died |
| I miss him I wish he had more time, If it’s meant then its meant can’t question |
| God |
| And the squadders had tents when we would drive |
| Got problems, I’m bent I’m stressin out, if we punchin on shit we catch you out |
| In these YSL kicks I’m steppin out, hadda do sum quick they left me out |
| Just all on my dick they catch me out |
| Something nice on my wrist look check me out |
| Niggas be young ashit, they checkin out, Wasn’t all straight at first I pressed |
| it out |
| I was raised in the dirt, my section 5 |
| Was a gift in a curse, I had my style |
| Don’t covert here its slurge, them niggas wild |
| Hadda splurge on my nemas, gotta die |
| Side bitch wanna see me got no time |
| Thought that bitch was for me, but I was blind |
| I get down on my knees, God I’m tryin |
| Niggas sellin they weed, jobs ain’t hirin |
| And they got watchu need, so watchu buyin |
| Bitches fuckin for peanuts, babies cryin |
| It was all for a reason think I’m lyin (think I’m lyin) |
| I been staying on my toes, keep that tooley that’s fasure |
| Suckas want me dead and I can feel it in my soul, I can feel it in my soul, |
| never fold nor will I fold |
| Roll this dope and pull this foe, take me right where I belong |
| All the life is in my phone, ain’t eat hygiene from the store |
| Alotta slidin wit these polls, got all these diamonds on my foe |
| Count out the doley I got it for the hoe, Count out the doley I got for the show |
| Nother deposit, I never go broke, Know how I’m rockin forever on go |
| Know what it is, forever my woah, I got some niggas who never parole (yeah) |
| Still young I let em know, I got sum niggas who never parole |
| They know that we reppin the Foe, Why is you stretching the dough |
| I needa pair, hit it with K-RO, So clear this shit is serious |
| I always got pain from the streets |
| I learned this ain’t the game for the weak |
| I learned shit gon change let it be |
| Hadda slow the flow down let it breath |
| Ion chase bitches down, I let em leave |
| I seen places I thought I never see |
| Out in Cali, the vibe was everything |
| Wasn’t nobody ridin Septa trains |
| You dont know about all the stress that came |
| I just poke out my chest and dont complain |
| Everyday it be pressure, thats the game |
| It was never no seconds on my plate |
| I was takin it quick they came wit eight |
| I was huggin the strip, I sat on crates |
| Hadda hustle this shit ain’t givin brakes |
| Oh remember I live like section eights |
| Oh remember them winters I ain’t bath |
| Man I’m talkin before I bought this bape |
| Man I’m talkin before I caught my wave |
| All them nights we done fought that’s for the name |
| All them nights we done fought (yeah) (yeah) (yeah) |
| Man I’m talkin before I caught my wave |
| All them nights we done fought that’s for the name |
| All them nights we done fought |
| I been staying on my toes, keep that tooley that’s fasure |
| Suckas want me dead and I can feel it in my soul, I can feel it in my soul, |
| never fold nor will I fold |
| Roll this dope and pull this foe, take me right where I belong |
| All the life is in my phone, ain’t eat hygiene from the store |
| Alotta slidin wit these polls, got all these diamonds on my foe |
| Count out the doley I got it for the hoe, Count out the doley I got for the show |
| Nother deposit, I never go broke, Know how I’m rockin forever on go |
| Know what it is, forever my woah, I got some niggas who never parole (yeah) |
| Still young I let em know, I got sum niggas who never parole |
| They know that we reppin the Foe, Why is you stretching the dough |
| I need a pair, hit it with K-RO, So clear this shit is serious |