ON MY SOUL Lyrics

On my mama I never done fold

On my brother I never done told

On the block yea I had it for sold

Pushing p, for the low

On my nephew who looking below

On my label you know that my bros

On my Naybors you know that my owes

Shorty bad yea she know she a freak

I be counting while spending my breesh

Made it back by the end of the week

Out in Queens yea I need a Kelis

I'm from the Veer I was raised in the East

We got knocks like he ordered a feast

Biggie, Pac I'm an author-emcee

I got ties I'm in corporate

(I'm dipping

I'm dipping

I'm dipping)

I'm dipping my whole life

I been fixing I'm getting my soul right

Not my mans he get cropped he get no likes

I got crystals I shine lepidolite

Lit like a strobe light

Bae I got no type

If it's up then it's stuck I got no heights

Call up brody he mix it I pour light

And it's still middle finger the police

Got that S on my chest huh

Grey in my hair I be stressed huh (grey in my hair I be stressed)

TDE bitch I'm blessed huh

I put that apple to test huh (I put that apple to test)

Fruits of my labor no rest huh (fruits of my labor ain't getting no rest)

Khaled I feel like the best huh (Khaled I feel like the best)

Habits I'm doing them less huh (habits)

All my gadgets it come with a vest huh (gadgets)

I hustle the first to the last

I been down on my ass ain't no going it back

TSA tripping she holding my sack

Gave her my heart now she throwing it back

Unconditional love yea she know where it's at

Wait, we was broke with a o in the trap

Now we get racks like we playing for tennis

Shout out my niecey they gave her a sentence

Shout out the niggas who played

Shout out the niggas who stayed, facts

I know a shorty that's working the blade

I know a homie on minimum wage

I know my lil one getting close to that age

I talk to my demons I'm burning that sage

Wait, disengage

She give face, I engage (huh)

On my mama I never done fold

On my brother I never done told

On the block yea I had it for sold

Yea, on my soul

For them niggas who turn out they faux

Oh you play with my heart girl you hoe

Bitch I play with the cards that I chose

(Yo)

On my mama I never done fold

On my brother I never done told

On the block yea I had it for sold

Yea, on my soul

For them niggas who turn out they faux

Oh you play with my heart girl you hoe

Bitch I play with the cards that I chose

Yea

(On my mama I never done fold

On my brother I never done told

On the block yea I had it for sold

On my soul (on my soul)

For them niggas who turn out they faux

Oh you play with my heart girl you hoe

Bitch I play with the cards that I chose

Yea, on my soul)