On My Soul Lyrics

I gotta smoke to this shit

BGE, BGE

I been living wit this hurt

I ain't tryna end up in a hearse

I hadda keep my guard up

Never know who gonna cross ya

I hadda go way harder

Hadda fall back cuz you're flawed

I thought you was my dawg

I kept it real, plus it was all love

I just need that Continental wit the peanut butter guts

I ride wit them soul takers, and jackers, and we puffin runtz

All my niggas come from nun

Now I feel im 1 of 1

The city where they show no love

Better know I keep it tucked

Fell out wit this music shit but I fell back in love wit it

On FaceTime wit Mizzy, talking biz, he said im real gifted

Told em we the meal ticket

Watch how shit get real wicked

Watch yo bitch get real frisky

Watch this shit get real tricky

Death before dishonor

I been chasing after comas

I can't switch on my partners

Make this bread up off this trauma

Uh

We gon light this tree and have it smoked out like a sauna

Uh

Minimize your problems

Uh

Maximize your profits

Real wit it

Gotta keep it real wit it

Gotta keep it real wit it

Put it on my soul

Ill get it on my own

I put that on my soul

I put that on my soul

Ill put it on my soul

Ill get it on my own

Put this pain up in a song

Its been raining way too long

Its been raining way too long

Put this pain up in a song

I make it rain up on these hoes

I make it rain up on these hoes

Hoes

Told em we the meal ticket

Watch how shit get real wicked

Watch yo bitch get real frisky

Watch this shit get real tricky

Told em we the meal ticket

Watch how shit get real wicked

Watch yo bitch get real frisky

Watch yo bitch get real frisky