Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On My Soul , by - $tupid YoungRelease date: 19.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On My Soul |
| Who made the beat? |
| Apollo, ho |
| 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 shit in half, I’m a selfish lil' bastard |
| 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 |
| 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 niggas that can vouch |
| And that’s on my soul, nigga, that’s on my soul |
| That’s on my soul, yeah, that’s on my soul |
| Nigga, that’s on my soul |
| Yeah, that’s on my soul |
| Ayy |
| Fuck a nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas 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, nigga, I can’t fuck with frauds |
| Young street Asian nigga, I done beat the odds |
| 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 niggas that can vouch |
| And that’s on my soul, nigga, that’s on my soul |
| That’s on my soul, yeah, that’s on my soul |
| Nigga, that’s on my soul |
| Yeah, that’s on my soul |