Текст Mark Battles – My Soul

Hello

I been workin’ for a chance my whole damn life
These niggas quick to grab a  pistol ’cause they can’t fight
Had true religion in my soul fuck what your pants like

Wait till them drums come back in we gone get active

Yo they finally got me in my bag
When I’m mad, I go and grab a pen and pad
Man that shit is nothin’ throwin’ punches like I’m Trinidad
And I’m done doin’ favors, tell the waiter send the tab
Think I made it with a jungle cat ’cause I’m in a Jag
And that bitch a big body, nick-named her Amy Schumer
I’m always hustlin’ for the chicken I should wait at Hooters
Vasi gang like I’m Golden State, ’cause I came with shooters
Tell them niggas quiet down and just play the music
See I ain’t have a choice, yo they made me do it
Survivin’ off three meals a weak, how he make it through it
Had my daughter as a kid they told me quit
Then I got on my shit, now I’m livin’ like a prince
I just met a foreign goddess and she takin’ every inch
Already knew I run the game just had to get up off the bench
Okay, okay, no way they stoppin’ the dude
I’m a smooth operator, feel like
?

Okay, okay, we don’t do this for the same reason
I just wanna free my niggas just like Abe Lincoln
I feel the proudest ’cause my talents got my name ringin’
You was as gigantic as Titanic, now the ship sinkin’
Hah, we got your bitch drinkin’
And you thought I wouldn’t make it
You should quit thinkin’
Y’all should quit thinkin’

Tree’s
It’s Fly America
Right? Hahaha
All 2019