Soul

Giving every piece of my soul You swear you don't know Giving every piece of my soul You swear you don't know I'm feelin' low again Been working eight times three So big man don't you patronize me Too many mans still actin' like me I'm just thinkin' of ways to maximize P Got plays with the ace in sleeve And a pocket of pills and a cracked ID I did F but I never saw P Now I get Garms F-R-double-E Tonight, uh Me and bro made too many plays In 2-0-double-2, now, man I gotta move wiser I gotta think smarter, I gotta think tighter I know that he thinks that he stole that girl But when I linked her it was nicer I need a yard and a million For now I got a spliff and a lighter Giving every piece of my soul You swear you don't know Giving every piece of my soul You swear you don't know I'm feelin' low again Giving every piece of my soul You swear you don't know Giving every piece of my soul You swear you don't know I'm feelin' low again And if it ain't me or Lumbajax Who's really handlin' business? Chat about business Now I'm in the back of the rave just handin' out disco biscuits Couple ones that'll make your girl move and bounce And give her man disco fitness And karma got me feelin' all nauseous But this ain't normal sickness And don't caught on a beat, no lackin' In Collier road, I'm studio trappin' Who's really done it like us? Real grind, man, I ain't really been around slackin' I see them actin' and doin' their chattin' I don't say nothin', I'm Charlie Chaplin Still, man, I'm tryna get stats in I need a mil' and a mansion Giving every piece of my soul You swear you don't know Giving every piece of my soul You swear you don't know I'm feelin' low again Giving every piece of my soul You swear you don't know Giving every piece of my soul You swear you don't know I'm feelin' low again I'm feelin' low again I'm feelin' low again