DeeFromOakland - Soul Food

Mixtape Dropped, now I'm feeling like a king
Chains on my neck, but I don't care about the bling
Focus on the craft, rap and I sing
Niggas wanna hate, but couldn't see me in the ring
On another level, feeling like I'm something special
Been in the ring, boxing with Devils
Foot on the pedal, ride scrappers through the ghetto
Streets getting loud like they singing a falsetto
Keep your enemies close, keep your friends closer
Niggas will burn you, and leave you in the toaster
Graduated school, now I'm in a small percentage
Of Niggas who went through it, and decided to finish
Feeling like Popeye, when he off the spinach
I was knocking shorty down, but I ain't actually finish
Finally taking my time, now I can actually finish
I don't need practice, this is a scrimmage
Usually educating, when it come to the image
Now I'm chasing a profit, I ain't looking to split it
Now I'm chasing a profit, I ain't looking to split it
Mind on a million, got my mind on my soul
Everything ah nigga start to touch turn to gold
Everything is spiritual, never sell my soul
Grew my hair back, I'm never selling my soul
Grew my hair back, I'm never selling my soul
Mind on a million, got my mind on my soul
Everything ah nigga start to touch turn to gold
Everything is spiritual, never sell my soul
Grew my hair back, I'm never selling my soul
Grew my hair back, I'm never selling my soul
One, two, three, four
Love rap need more
Five, six, seven, eight
Make a lil noise if you ever overcame hate
One, two, three, four
Love rap need more
Five, six, seven, eight
Make a lil noise if you ever overcame hate

Written by:
Danyell Henderson

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