Soul Child (feat. Yung Bleu)

Yeah (yeah, yeah)

For better or worse I'm here with you (for better or worse)

I just logged of the internet, 'cause niggas be fake beefin'

I showed these niggas what to do with a drake feature (yeah)

Six-time nominated, used to wait in line, now they got us accommodated (yeah)

Just think about the last seven months that I dominated (yeah)

The cars that we drive come in like common dеnominators

You could be the one livin' this lifе or the commentator

I hope I live a life to see my niggas exonerated, while they gettin' cancer (cancer)

I'm not a slave in my whip, I'm ownin' my masters

When I drop that Moon boy I took off like NASA (skrrt)

I'm finally at a place where we can talk 'bout the fucked shit (fuck it)

Don't need you complainin' because I go through enough shit

These niggas all my sons like I grew up on bushwick

I went from no money on my books to overbooked, bitch

We out in palestine, they had to give me my flowers like I'm their valentine

It was a matter of time, I never talked to the cops when it was a matter of crime

How the fuck a legal drug turned to a federal crime?

I got some niggas in prison who doin' federal time

And I heard you niggas fallin' off, I could feel the decline

My shit through the roof, don't give a fuck how the ceilin' designed

Hangin' with some made niggas who be on militant time

You niggas toy soldiers, when they was tryna keep me in the game, I crossed over

Feds tryna intercept the pack and got moss'd over

Filipino hoes in the room get tossed over

Now look at me cross-over (yeah)

And I rap like my life depend on this shit (it does, nigga)

I ain't got no love for these bitches, yeah

They never treated me special, they never did shit but be extra

No uber, make her drive herself like a tesla

Guns on the dresser came with a compresser

Don't you treat, treat, treat me like no sixth man, uh, yeah

Ayy, tell the valet: Bring the urus to the parking lot

I got shooters in this car, don't whip up in this parking spot

I know niggas talk a lot 'cause they all make 'em walk a lot

I'm bougie, what you talkin' 'bout? You never sucked this dick so stop

Bitches, they be fake as fuck, fake ass, fake titties

Fake attitude, hoe, actin' like you don't drink henny

Talkin' 'bout some 1942, what you gon' do to get it?

Ayy, I prolly got half of your rent, if not, then get evicted

Can’t be the hottest in the city, I'm tryna take over the whole fuckin' world

The world, craig

Always first, never second, suck my third leg

Got her legs in the air like some bird legs

Fuck her till she can't feel her legs like a mermaid

I'm a perc' head, lean fiend, I'm a weed boy

Coke on my fingers, work the key like a keyboard

Cocaine cowboy, yee haw, high comin' down

Put some pounds on the other side of the see-saw

Yung bleu, I got 'em, I one-two-and out ‘em

Put the gun to his collar, and alhamdulillah'd 'em, yeah

Bumbu and olives, mushroom and molly

Been a pro since a kid like the young luka dončIć

Promethazine make my punch punch like muhammad

New orleans love me like Miami love udonis

Yeah, red bandana and blue collar

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Soul child in this bitch

Platinum teeth but they ain't no smiles in this bitch

What's beef? Get the whole cow in this bitch

If you ain't slatt, keep your nose out of this shit, yeah

Yeah (yeah, yeah)

For better or worse I'm here with you (for better or worse)