M4.RK - SOUL FROM 64

Never trade my soul for a paystub
Dating nine to fives for too long
I had to breakup
Consistent with the bread
I always knew to keep the cake up
This job shit money dead
I rather have the music makeup

With that being said
I ain't doing it for a dollar
It just feel like my quest
Ima hustler and a baller
Huh
Soul from sixty four
Well that would explain the impala Huh
Jordan's with the checks
My souls worth alot of the guala huh

Billion dollar salary
Walking legend faculty
Necklace might be fake
Not as fake as your personality

Murder beats casually
Trip down my reality
Floing off the mental
You question me and my sanity

Attack the beat
Came energetic
Charged with battery
The flo click
Come automatic
The beat manually
Goons strapped
Up in a rari
That's the cavalry
But I ride alone
Thru my tribulations and agony

Stu is in my canopy
Drop and count the casualties
Claim you got the crown
Now that's a mothafucking fanasty
Turn you to a tragedy
Another forced catastrophe
You don't want no beef
Then you'll greet me now as your Majesty

You can call me lord
Holy bars galore
I rep the west side
Like tupac shakur
I'm
Chillin' in the north
Weed and coffee on my porch
Back up in the stu
When I find it's time to report

You can call me lord
Holy bars galore
I rep the west side
Like tupac shakur
I'm
Chillin' in the north
Weed and coffee on my porch
Back up in the stu
When I find it's time to report

If there's time to breathe
Then there's plenty time to record Stop
I'm so over excuses
That bullshit making my head pop
Wavy pioneer
Genre cooking something
For hiphop
Tour around the world
And I'm adding mars as a pitstop

One thing you should know
Is i'm not the type be capping
Authentic
You the see the fabric
A menace to all this rapping shit
Body dosed out
I don't pop no pills from the cabinet
A little of that liquor
Tequila
A-lot of canna-bliss

Mr cider sipper
A spitter sit above average
I'm one step from an avalanche
Dallas fans like a maverick
Sacramental wine on my fit
I'm not even catholic
But I feel like a saint when I sin
Ashamed of some badder shit

My flo could fill pockets
Yes my flo could fill pockets
Always filling up my denim
And the beat that I'm rockinG
Knew the streets ass logic
No college ass knowledge
Knew a couple ways
To fabricate a buck ass ballar

Checks without a white collar
Checks without a blue collar
Got me wandering for lust
I'm in search of some new dollars
More action less ponder
And you may find your award
I'm more than just a winner
There's other names to explore

You can call me lord
Holy bars galore
I rep the west side
Like tupac shakur
I'm
Chillin' in the north
Weed and coffee on my porch
Back up in the stu
When I find it's time to report

You can call me lord
Holy bars galore
I rep the west side
Like tupac shakur
I'm
Chillin' in the north
Weed and coffee on my porch
Back up in the stu
When I find it's time to report

Written by:
Mark Moreno

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