Soul Lyrics

TrakHauz

Higher Balance

Top Floor

Might pull your bitch off of a chipped tooth smile

I feel like NaS

Never let them see you sweat

Or hit the ground

Im pushing through odds

Riding rare in some cloudy air

Jack Herer in her hair

Living good still killing pain

Connected to the money

It run through my veins

That sound insane

Strapped for war but all I want is peace

Oxy and some TLC

I know a lot this life is make believe

You know it too

Woke up this morning

The sky was blue

So I got right back to the money

No time to kick it cause ain't shit funny

They say that 30 milligrams will take the pain away

But what if its generational

I change the pace

We glide

Come take a ride

We way more than high

Create the vibe

Don't wanna mold your mind

The way you think

But I can lead the way

On your knees tryna pray away the stress

You better rise and take action

Can't expect change while you relaxing

I stay high and active

I don't know too many that can keep up with this practice

Couldn't be with an actress

She was too pressed on roles

Vanilla goals will never ignite my soul

I need more and live it bold

No they will never do me cold

No they will never do me cold

Nope

I ain't going for nothing no mo

I might put on a show but ion do shit for show

You niggas be lazy they don't do shit fasho

And I see more cheese than a group picture

I don't care who witcha

No I don't do snitches

That'll get yo suit fitted

My shooters do get ya gone

Can't be round me if I can't improve with you holmes

And if you don't go hard then guess who sent you home

I need a mill like a new Richard

Colder than two blizzard

I am not shy but I went bought a new glizzy

Throw it I catch it

That ass like a new frisbee

Other than that we can't link

Girl I'm too busy

Houston, Atlanta, LA, then a new city

Top floor penthouse gang handle biz

I ain't wanna do it

They paid me

I did

These niggas pussy

Getting tough bout a bitch

Future done turned the rap gang into addicts

They ran off with 21 sauce saying savage

Thugga and Gunna got my niggas slatting

And when we push p's boy we talking bout patents

Saying that's lame

Moving backwards

These rappers wanna kill they-selves

In they songs

And yall steady saying they snapping

I rather tell I'm yall real estate legal trapping

But fuck it tho

I'm on another flow

I'm on another role

I played the last one too well

You acting tough like you want the smoke

Gone give yo mother hope

Just send yo casket to hell

I get bucks I know the basket too well

Three commissary accounts

Two jails

One state prison

My opps ain't living

A shame that boy died bout a bitch I ain't hitting

Ain't enough windows to slide in the coup

Let this four door dump like a IG post

I like real life bitches not IG hoes

I kick shit like adidas

But I get more face than ID's though

When I'm tryna be better when they try me most

Gotta let em know, got a vendetta for

Think the Nina is distant gotta remind we close