Mayce - The Soul

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth bout you
I’m hitting levels they couldn’t reach with a one up
Adventure mode know I stay with my day one bro’s for the come up
The paranoia producing these instrumentals 'til sun up
And pray the game still got love when it’s over
Listening to reloaded by Rich Homie Quan
And now we reloaded like it’s seventh grade again
Rap game savior, who knew the game’d need saved again?
I'm a black owned business, no, I cannot be slave again
Yeah my grandma had marched with Martin, I cannot be slave again
Yo, bump the PD, they burned the precinct
I used to wanna torch it too, but father told me rethink
How you playing chess with people playing monopoly
You lay their game and win they gon' feel you more when you body them
And put the hood back on and tell the homies' kids that you proud of them
I got good intentions
I need to focus more on burning bridges
Working word and sentence
Wait 'til they turn offensive
They heard just what my message is
It’s too bad that they offended
Wanna be about this pressure
Too bad that they pretending
I can’t be bothered no
I got bigger problems
Ain’t no mask on me
The four still feel Gotham
Claim that they dedicated
But don’t want no drama
They still don’t want nothing to do wit Mayce
I’m a real problem
Flow still corner pocket
They don’t wanna rap with the kid
That’s nails in your own coffin
Write on the side I still got assignments I’m still in college
How you let the kid go part time and still get you bodied?
We got him, uh
Ain’t no cape on me, no, ain't no chains on me
My squad stay solid on rock bottom no Dwayne Johnson
My pen could move mountains
Mindset full throttle
I root for my brothers and sisters
Pray that they soul prosper
Finding my sole purpose
The young black GOAT author
Black owned empire
My brother my closest problem
Can’t none of these other people come touch me
They still dodge me
Hate that I’m making my wave I told them to tread softly
Still gotta use my reach just to teach and inspire the kids
Be all you can be
Don’t let em blunt your pen or mind
No, just be all you can be
Know that these things just take some time
Someone had said that to me
Bathed in the Tigris and Euphrates
Know that your soul has grown deep, kid
You still got a soul of gold that don’t need no more pretext
Just go and tell your story
Just go take what you deserving from this world where there’s nothing for you
You’ll make the city proud, the family proud, and the ones before you
Tired of being cordial
You tired of being passive
Your skin ain’t thin it’s thick from whips
They handed out 40 lashes
Police still follow you home
You know that they think that you selling white like Kardashian
So it’s up get it cracking then
No, there ain’t no more laughing then
Make America Black again
Know it’s coming from the soul
It's coming from the soul
It's coming from the soul

Written by:
Mason Tomlin

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