Soul On The Streets

(albüm: Rich After Taxes - 2012)

Rich after taxes you feel me?
This shit crazy man a nigga perceived it all the way
My soul bleed on the streets
My soul bleed on the streets
My soul bleed on the streets
Yes

Basedworld gon' gas you
Got the dope in the attic, cut it then bag it
Like my little bruh said you gotta focus with passing
I got a whole lot of passion eating the fruits of Christ
Niggas done ran in my spot again, they leaving
I'm in East Oakland with my girl riding around and tweaking
Posted in apartments her and two brothers
Got the chopper nigga to hit the dice game just to watch him drop it
Her dad drinking all the beer, he talking bout his own year
Nobody knowing that I'm finna make my home there
Setting up shop on the block its my throne there

Lil Bars
Yeah, rich after taxes
My soul bleed on the streets
Yeah
Rich after taxes
Uh, its Lil Bars
Its the return

Uh, I'll holla at you
I'm still duckin cause you know where them stakes staying at you
I pop back with the gat that's not safe to handle
I grip the handle same way that you hold the candle
I think I'm bam-pshh closed, I steal the ammo
I hold the ammo battlefield, can I handle?
Shouts out to the soldiers, marines and the navy
Come save me, I'm at war and going crazy
Inner cities remind of me of
Remote locations, shady places I'm thinking about losing situations
But I'm fuck it I'm steady through it, fuck em hating

Its Lil Bars yeah
Rich after taxes
My soul bleed on the streets
Uh, my soul... bleed on the...
Its Lil my soul bleed on the streets
Rich after taxes its Lil Bars
Its Lil, yeah, uh, my soul, on the streets
Yes
Basedworld uh
Yes