Gunna Got Soul

Gunna, I am the truest with the sound Swaggin' knees, bop, I'm the coolest nigga round Before the strip shit, I was movin' with the pounds Straight block work, never movin' off the mound Ages to the sky, Harlem representin' is the basis of my fly Move around the nation in disguise, I'm like ghosts with the flows I got the power to make it rise Pound cakes, no just sittin' to brown cake I'm like a earthquake with cake, I'm makin' the ground shake Money fly through postal with a touchdown safe Soon as I touch down safe, we givin' them uptown shakes Money in abundance, that's an uptown pace This an uptown place I'm a 125th and that's a uptown face Move under the radar, another uptown case I'm like the uptown chain No Rockefeller, no acapella, yeah, I can sell her Water to a well, too, I'm a top-notch fella Better check the records, I'm the realest Much respected by the bosses of the bosses Don't you ever disrespect it, or death come quick I might let one rip through your tissues, don't you trip I'm official, don't forget No more issues, I'm the shit gunner, baby I'm the nigga with the hits You bet top five stick me in the middle of the list Sittin' in the middle of the strip, comin' off the middle of the hip Bow, good aim, I'm about as real as it gets Better duck, motherfucker, I'm like Billy with the stick Shoot a fuckin' apple off your head Knockin' your roof off, buildin' the castle of the dead Ain't worried about jail, no hassle with the feds We got good alibis, we kill cattle with the land Lawyer on standby, can't see that damn fly And I have to clip his wings and be askin' his fam why I just move around the puzzle like that Pac-Man guy While them ghosts on my tail, I'm tryin' to stack fans high Generational wealth before the ship capsize Me and Big Bro drivin' back-to-back rides All foreign seats when the hatchbacks slide Mad facts, lies, they tellin' all of they rhymes We tryin' to turn dreams real, that's a cash act prize All real money, let the NASDAQ rise Haters starin' down with the emoji eyes Why they lookin' all surprised like we really ain't them guys Like the corp we cut from ain't from N.Y Like hustlin' ain't our life, ain't come from flippin' pies Fuckin' up the strip, ain't a product of genocide Like we don't make plays when real niggas collide Like we ain't got the swag and bitches don't wanna slide Like we ain't from Harlem, my nigga, what the f*ck is you high Too many pot pills, the doctor didn't prescribe When we come through, big deal, niggas are full of vibes Gunna