Soul Taker (feat. Chapo)

mhmm (cough) mhmm Dis Chapo on da beat Ahh Im gon keep on grindin til I get to the point Where I got enough money to buy what I want Dont got check the tags, jus walk in and stunt I been putting in work, my pockets gotta pump I been out the way, I said that from the jump You aint believe me now you lookin dumb Aint help me stack bread you aint gettin a crumb Brodie chop a guitar and my stick got a drum We sliding through traffic and screaming "Redrum" See red and blue lights, aint no question we run Hold up im outta breath Master the flow switch, I dont even sweat Trynna do right but I keep goin left These niggas hatin cause they got no bread Came from the bottom, none was mine had to share Hoes used to dub me, now they come in pairs (Its okay though, I knew I was gon blow) I aint ask for help I just had to be patient I be writing verses, you be writing statements We not the same, my lead you imitating I rap what I live, but you niggas be fakin Beat a bitch from the back wit blonde hair her name Peyton Send her home wit her neck throbbin and her legs shaking She want her nails done She holding up my patience Told her she worth a damn thing Now she think I'm hating When you give it to another nigga Nigga for free cause complaining Don't come back and call me name I don't even remember faces Don't even remember when you put that dress on Even when you naked Always think I'm complaining Always say I'm changing Never want you So you can't come back When ridding planes and Lambo's Ferrari's Pagani's, Maserati's Bugattis When I have 2 seats I have to say forgot you Basic oh basic Ain't never know my location Gotta chase this paper I been thinking bout you lately Going up my favors I been running up my paper Disappointed my favorite Ain't never choose my patience Feelings ain't real Like a video game we playing Energy be stored with the Money we be chasing Time ain't really going for me Thinks it's really fading the sand is really falling Options stop on calling They don't really see me It's hard for them believe me Calling me a psycho Oh my passion no so dreamy Avoiding all your calls Oh baby you not special Talking to my mother Another man could never test you Really think you hurting You hold me from the best me Lambo with a jet ski Dubai look real healthy Away from you what helped me And never found my Saviour You would be so mad If I told you i went Muslim