You can't take me out my soul
If you knew where I'd go
No, no , no
You can't take me out my soul (No, no, no)
She got it twisted like she opened a sprite bottle and poured it
Dodging bullets, and home robberies, and getting extorted
I pour a fifth in a cup, and catch it, no caption has caught it
Cause words sounds more lethargic when you just spitting so horrid
Chorus correlated with correspondence, saying words recorded
By another niggas, you use ghost writing, f*ck it, Im gonna sit back and grab the tea or the porridge
Cause I caught a wave bigger than Kelly Slater, and I'm for it
Just give me the whip, I don't care if its foreign
She say give me the dick, don't care it morning
I feed her that shit, she feed her mouth when she yawning
She feed lies and start conning, I figured I could spray an array
Of bars and let the guilt being the reason that you feel you are the target
You would do the same if you knew your mother couldn't pay on the mortgage
Never let a nigga depict my pen, not with the forging
Like a cop patrolling forging stories, to make em' important
Cause perception to his sergeant is way more appealing
Sacrificing life as he goes, renditions of his feelings
Cold sweat remind him that his heart need healing
I keep it G, but needed reminder of what gave it meaning
So can I give it meaning? Can I give it a purpose
Make murderous verses in cursive but in person
I reanalyze your health and ask you if its all worth it
Im drinking water, Kirkland, while you tossing and turning
I still fathom a furnished, living condition that service
An open spot in your top charts, with 3 children
And if I earned it, I told you, I never believed success came from popping
Crisp with a permit, it was just, being observant, looking at these other niggas
Just crashing and burning, you start to laugh at occurrences, that patched the gap
With the courage, between two niggas that robbed each other's home
They aint even know it
I looked in their eyes, cascaded a stone, tell them to throw it
I owe it, to my allies and opponents
That fye fye, broward child since I was born in
That fue fue, no play play, I smoke on that Jane Jane, like Kim K, and Kanye, I'm crazy
Don't flip Ye', I get paid
And every single day
I keep up the wordplay, on Friday, on Day Day
I drop some new hot shit and bitches go cray cray
Im out of my damn lane
Like walking down the street, during a hurricane
I been f*cking insane
I'm off the f*cking brain
I still been in the game
And ya'll still rapping the same
I can't fathom the reign
To be commercialized, or immortalized
For the fact that you lame
For the fact that you lame
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You can't take me out my soul
If you knew where I'd go
No, no , no
You can't take me out my soul (No, no, no)
She got it twisted like she opened a sprite bottle and poured it
Dodging bullets, and home robberies, and getting extorted
I pour a fifth in a cup, and catch it, no caption has caught it
Cause words sounds more lethargic when you just spitting so horrid
Chorus correlated with correspondence, saying words recorded
By another niggas, you use ghost writing, f*ck it, Im gonna sit back and grab the tea or the porridge
Cause I caught a wave bigger than Kelly Slater, and I'm for it
Just give me the whip, I don't care if its foreign
She say give me the dick, don't care it morning
I feed her that shit, she feed her mouth when she yawning
She feed lies and start conning, I figured I could spray an array
Of bars and let the guilt being the reason that you feel you are the target
You would do the same if you knew your mother couldn't pay on the mortgage
Never let a nigga depict my pen, not with the forging
Like a cop patrolling forging stories, to make em' important
Cause perception to his sergeant is way more appealing
Sacrificing life as he goes, renditions of his feelings
Cold sweat remind him that his heart need healing
I keep it G, but needed reminder of what gave it meaning
So can I give it meaning? Can I give it a purpose
Make murderous verses in cursive but in person
I reanalyze your health and ask you if its all worth it
Im drinking water, Kirkland, while you tossing and turning
I still fathom a furnished, living condition that service
An open spot in your top charts, with 3 children
And if I earned it, I told you, I never believed success came from popping
Crisp with a permit, it was just, being observant, looking at these other niggas
Just crashing and burning, you start to laugh at occurrences, that patched the gap
With the courage, between two niggas that robbed each other's home
They aint even know it
I looked in their eyes, cascaded a stone, tell them to throw it
I owe it, to my allies and opponents
That fye fye, broward child since I was born in
That fue fue, no play play, I smoke on that Jane Jane, like Kim K, and Kanye, I'm crazy
Don't flip Ye', I get paid
And every single day
I keep up the wordplay, on Friday, on Day Day
I drop some new hot shit and bitches go cray cray
Im out of my damn lane
Like walking down the street, during a hurricane
I been f*cking insane
I'm off the f*cking brain
I still been in the game
And ya'll still rapping the same
I can't fathom the reign
To be commercialized, or immortalized
For the fact that you lame
For the fact that you lame
If you knew where I'd go
No, no , no
You can't take me out my soul (No, no, no)
She got it twisted like she opened a sprite bottle and poured it
Dodging bullets, and home robberies, and getting extorted
I pour a fifth in a cup, and catch it, no caption has caught it
Cause words sounds more lethargic when you just spitting so horrid
Chorus correlated with correspondence, saying words recorded
By another niggas, you use ghost writing, f*ck it, Im gonna sit back and grab the tea or the porridge
Cause I caught a wave bigger than Kelly Slater, and I'm for it
Just give me the whip, I don't care if its foreign
She say give me the dick, don't care it morning
I feed her that shit, she feed her mouth when she yawning
She feed lies and start conning, I figured I could spray an array
Of bars and let the guilt being the reason that you feel you are the target
You would do the same if you knew your mother couldn't pay on the mortgage
Never let a nigga depict my pen, not with the forging
Like a cop patrolling forging stories, to make em' important
Cause perception to his sergeant is way more appealing
Sacrificing life as he goes, renditions of his feelings
Cold sweat remind him that his heart need healing
I keep it G, but needed reminder of what gave it meaning
So can I give it meaning? Can I give it a purpose
Make murderous verses in cursive but in person
I reanalyze your health and ask you if its all worth it
Im drinking water, Kirkland, while you tossing and turning
I still fathom a furnished, living condition that service
An open spot in your top charts, with 3 children
And if I earned it, I told you, I never believed success came from popping
Crisp with a permit, it was just, being observant, looking at these other niggas
Just crashing and burning, you start to laugh at occurrences, that patched the gap
With the courage, between two niggas that robbed each other's home
They aint even know it
I looked in their eyes, cascaded a stone, tell them to throw it
I owe it, to my allies and opponents
That fye fye, broward child since I was born in
That fue fue, no play play, I smoke on that Jane Jane, like Kim K, and Kanye, I'm crazy
Don't flip Ye', I get paid
And every single day
I keep up the wordplay, on Friday, on Day Day
I drop some new hot shit and bitches go cray cray
Im out of my damn lane
Like walking down the street, during a hurricane
I been f*cking insane
I'm off the f*cking brain
I still been in the game
And ya'll still rapping the same
I can't fathom the reign
To be commercialized, or immortalized
For the fact that you lame
For the fact that you lame
Writer: Leo Cowley
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid