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My Soul

 

My Soul

(album: Stuck In Motion - 2023)


I ain't worried 'bout your past
It ain't no point in you worrying 'bout mine
Just know I'm him
(Black Metaphor)

How they tryna tear me down? They ain't help me build (Shit crazy)
How they gon' speak like they was great? They ain't got no skills
How they gon' think they at they top and they ain't climb no hills?
If they ain't speaking 'bout the 'Gram, I can't see no real
I never chose to try to fit in, I went, got what's mine (Got it)
And let the rest fit on my finger, I spent 'bout a dime (Got it)
I ain't tapping out for shit, guess it's just my time
And all that shit they try get stopped, guess it's just my sign

They say if I want it, I gotta go get it
Once you get it, don't let it go
Crazy, they think they getting in my way
My motion ain't letting that happen no time soon
I put that on God
They can't block nothing I got going
See, my shine, it's a different type
You gon' need your shades for this
No cap

They told me pressure busts a pipe, but I got mine on my waist
And I heard everything they said, but they still lying to my face
Crazy how they women call and try and slide to my place
Why they looking like they jealous? All that hate be a waste
I'm just tipping through the boulevard, sitting something low
Red paint dripping like it's PMS, heavy flow
If they talking 'bout the bag, better know it's heavy, though
Spend my time laughing at niggas, try me, bitch, I'm ready, ho

I never thought I'd see the day
That I'd be father of a son
I'm in love with this hustle
I'm in love with getting this check
I'm in love with cruising 'round town
Looking like a million bucks
Laughing, knowing them niggas can't stop shit I got going on
Motion is a must

A bunch of haters say I'm short, but ain't no point to prove
They telling me I'm in they way, but ain't no point to move
Know what they say don't make my business, I'll be damned, I lose
Asshole, but I'm an angel, I'll be damned, I choose
I stand on ten inside my shoe, now who gon' know me down?
Somewhere way up at the top, who gon' talk me down?
Forever legend 'round this bitch even if they chalk me down
They in they feelings, I'm him even if they sock me down

I promise I'm on it
I'm issuing out nothing but pressure
Heavy weight
What they gon' do with it?
They ain't blocking nothing over here
Every day like the first of the month
And I love everything about it
Go back broke for what?
Tripping with yourself
(Black Metaphor)

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