RMS (Repair My Soul) Lyrics

Swear to God, man, I have it, let me grab it

If a nigga in my way, man, a nigga get to pappin off

See us up, man, we switching up in traffic

Man, these niggas see us dashing

And these niggas tryna stop us, yeah

You ain't never feel them cold fuckin' nights

Niggas gone, niggas left, and they never coming back for me

I'm repairing on my soul, get it right

Niggas know I left the Dark

So you know I'm coming back to see

I'ma get it all

I'ma stack it up

Yeah, I'ma pack it up

Yeah, I'ma bag it up

Yeah, I'ma trap shit up

Yeah, I'ma fuck it up

Now you see me, now we up

Yeah, we do it just because

Let it go, no more of the lame shit

They gon' talk, I'm gon' stain this

Rap game, I'm gon' claim this

I swear to God, I won't change, nigga

And what I got, I bring pain, nigga

And what I see, we all not the same, nigga

No more bringing up no dirt from the past

No, I know you really hurt from the past

No I ain't cool with it, didn't know what to do with it

NO I working steady, doing all this stupid shit

A couple bands up in my hand, what can I do with this?

That's why I'm trying to base my fans so I can cruise this shit

Would never place you first, cause I will lose and shit

I'm not in competition, cause I'm true to this

And I can never act like I need a bitch

Cause I'ma plant the motherfucking seeds and shit

And if you ain't here for me when I need you, bitch

Why the fuck you think I really need you then

Niggas quit to talk about them feeding you

Won't make me give a fuck about what you did for me

Cause a nigga really think that he ain't seeing his kids

Like why the fuck she even have a kid with me

They say all I do is teach, I try to lead you with this

Anything you do, don't take it granted for shit

It ain't about the cash and living lavish and shit

One thing you gotta do is never bastard a kid

And I don't understand how you out here wifing a bitch?

Since I had my kids, devote my life to this shit

And since I had my kids, I put the game in the grip

And now a nigga focus, they say I'm changing and shit

And I ain't trying to hear no one complaining and shit

Cause when it come to ART this shit, get dangerous and shit

Swear to God, man, I have it, let me grab it

If a nigga in my way, man, a nigga get to pappin off

See us up, man, we switching up in traffic

Man, these niggas see us dashing

And these niggas tryna stop us, yeah

You ain't never feel them cold fuckin' nights

Niggas gone, niggas left, and they never coming back for me

I'm repairing on my soul, get it right

Niggas know I left the Dark

So you know I'm coming back to see

I'ma get it all

I'ma stack it up

Yeah, I'ma pack it up

Yeah, I'ma bag it up

Yeah, I'ma trap shit up

Yeah, I'ma fuck it up

Now you see me, now we up

Yeah, we do it just because