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Yea One of those Yea It's a vibe Okayyyy ... Okay Woo Yea I'm tired of seeing the pain and the struggle the lives in my mom eyes I'm tired of people throwing these threats Imma come at there neck like a bow tie If you want it you can come and get it Got a couple niggas with the 4 5s And I was in school and in the street at the same time I seen both sides Seen a couple people lose lives and some surviving off of moonshine I just want my shot like alcoholics This my calling... this is due time And this is history I got in the making And this is the greatest of all time And this is that get back for every taken Including enslavement the whole nine And I would never need a co sign You can hear the truth when I rap verses Me versus any other wordsmith I don't think it's worth it Most rappers don't serve a purpose They lack substance just birds chirping Bunch hating ass niggas on the sideline I guess I call them Larry Merchant You don't want to go to war with me Just keep it a stack im your top 3 Just pay me respect like it's not free Cuz I'm keeping it grounded like Y3s And this is my time so watch me Unorthodox when I ride beats Hundred miles and running I'm staying in shape like trainers and athletes Cuz I been on the go And I been on this road Just rocking these stages I'm feeling amazing I'm feeding my soul, I'm feeding my soul And I been on the gooo And I been on this road yea Just rocking these stages I'm feeling amazing I'm feeding my soul, I'm feeding my soul And I been on the goooo And I been on this roaddd Dawgggg Just rocking these stages I'm feeling amazing I'm feeding my soul, I'm feeding my soul And I been on the go And I been on this road yea Just rocking these stages I'm feeling amazing I'm feeding my Feeding my Soullll Yea I really be seeing my worth I really put in the time and the work To get all the things that I want on this earth I rather do that then competing for turf There's only two ways The pen or the hearse The feeling gets worse And people get hurt Then everyone's family is going biz-ark Fuck a amends I want revenge Tally my sins like they do in a church Somebodylife has to come to an end I can't pretenddd to not want you merked Or put on a shirt but I know it's reverse Yea ... of course I got to think smarter to avoid karma Cuz anything done will come back to harm ya Word to my momma I do everything for the dollars I always be poppin my collar Remember the days I didn't have nothing I'll reach in the fridge and come out with nada Some have been broker than this So I'm grateful to say at least I know bout my father Some of my bros didn't have it back then To this day... have the same problem This that Perfect way to try to fill the void Let's raise up the little boys From every hood that's around the globe From New York out to Illinois Doing whatever sits well in feeding my soul Reaching each and every goal laying low Cuz IIIIII Been on the go And I been on this road Just rocking these stages I'm feeling amazing I'm feeding my soul, I'm feeding my soul And I been on the gooo And I been on this road, yea Just rocking these stages I'm feeling amazing I'm feeding my soul, I'm feeding my soul And I been on the goooo And I been on this roaddd Dawgggg Just rocking these stages I'm feeling amazing I'm feeding my soul, I'm feeding my soul And I been on the go And I been on this road yea Just rocking these stages I'm feeling amazing I'm feeding my Feeding my Soulll Woo Feeding my Feeding my Feeding my Soull Hyphhh Muu Siccc Gotta put my stamp on this Hyph
Writer(s): David Walton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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