Soul Taker ft. Chapo Lyrics

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Dis Chapo on da beat

Ahh

Im gon keep on grindin til I get to the point

Where I got enough money to buy what I want

Dont got check the tags, jus walk in and stunt

I been putting in work, my pockets gotta pump

I been out the way, I said that from the jump

You aint believe me now you lookin dumb

Aint help me stack bread you aint gettin a crumb

Brodie chop a guitar and my stick got a drum

We sliding through traffic and screaming "Redrum"

See red and blue lights, aint no question we run

Hold up im outta breath

Master the flow switch, I dont even sweat

Trynna do right but I keep goin left

These niggas hatin cause they got no bread

Came from the bottom, none was mine had to share

Hoes used to dub me, now they come in pairs

(Its okay though, I knew I was gon blow)

I aint ask for help I just had to be patient

I be writing verses, you be writing statements

We not the same, my lead you imitating

I rap what I live, but you niggas be fakin

Beat a bitch from the back wit blonde hair her name Peyton

Send her home wit her neck throbbin and her legs shaking

She want her nails done

She holding up my patience

Told her she worth a damn thing

Now she think I'm hating

When you give it to another nigga

Nigga for free cause complaining

Don't come back and call me name

I don't even remember faces

Don't even remember when you put that dress on

Even when you naked

Always think I'm complaining

Always say I'm changing

Never want you

So you can't come back

When ridding planes and

Lambo's Ferrari's Pagani's,

Maserati's Bugattis

When I have 2 seats

I have to say forgot you

Basic oh basic

Ain't never know my location

Gotta chase this paper

I been thinking bout you lately

Going up my favors

I been running up my paper

Disappointed my favorite

Ain't never choose my patience

Feelings ain't real

Like a video game we playing

Energy be stored with the

Money we be chasing

Time ain't really going for me

Thinks it's really fading

the sand is really falling

Options stop on calling

They don't really see me

It's hard for them believe me

Calling me a psycho

Oh my passion no so dreamy

Avoiding all your calls

Oh baby you not special

Talking to my mother

Another man could never test you

Really think you hurting

You hold me from the best me

Lambo with a jet ski

Dubai look real healthy

Away from you what helped me

And never found my Saviour

You would be so mad

If I told you i went Muslim