Finessing Flash - On My Soul (feat. Keim)
If you wanna speak yo mind nigga speak upYou niggas wasting yo time tryna be us
How talking down on a nigga but we up
How you rapping about yo chain but keep yo piece tuck
How im ballin on niggas I feel like scottie pippen
If i alley oop the bitch bro go blake griffin
Why you say you did the shit knowing you didn’t
Thats why when niggas be talkin i just dont listen
Im in love wit blue cheese but i hate dippin
Niggas tender over the bitch why you stay sympin
How the glock singin at niggas you’ll think case in it
Can’t shit save you when you drop aint no case fittin
All these niggas gon fall but we ain’t gon rake shit can
Niggas mad they been trappin and ain’t made shit
If wanna make some money gotta take risk
But i just gotta grind for mine just like a skate trick
Thats just they way it goes
Brodie tryna bang ona nigga just like he derrick rose
You ain’t no demon lil nigga you cappin bout them poles
They talking crazy on the net cuz they was never bold
I lost a lot friends to this shit they don’t abide by the code
Dont put no trust in to these niggas n i put it on my soul
To all my niggas yeah i got em and i put it on my soul
I put that shit on my soul
Aye
Im riding round my city nigga aint im gripping my pole
Gotta keep my heat stick cuz in the L it get cold
I gotta watch my friends cuz I know them Niggas is Foes
And I refuse to let a nigga put a tag on my toe
A nigga popped my nigga Ty and left him out in the cold
So when I see that boy out I swear Im snatching his soul
They don’t even want no money these boys beefing bout hoes
Im tryna catch a opp out and then even up the score
Gang detectives tryna cook me but I swear I can’t go
Couple niggas upstate locked up level 4
All my niggas kicking doors yeah getting them bows
And im swiping in them stores I was getting them phones
Written by:
Finessing Flash, Malachi McClain
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