Beautiful Soul

If I could just see my cow just hit the wheat again

I'ma make them pussies mad for not believin' in

No, I, who told before he got the precedent

Babe told me this shit, let me pray that she meanin' it

Can't trust them, him, her, never, ever Give them boys a block of whoopin', ask the bell

Pray push-ups, get paid from pain I felt

God smash where you stationed, let off shells Dead trolls, digital scale

Trap in the package, came from Melrose We ain't watchin', just let him throw

Turn a long game, cut him afro From the catapult

I love it when I put on my Dior sweater Haters round me like bitch players