On My Soul (Interlude)

Ohh Ohhh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh (Yeah, Look) This that shit like- This for them real niggas that never fold, you know what I'm saying? Ay baby, pass me the Veuve real quick Yeah, that one I been riding with the bros (Cruisin', cruisin') I could never fold (Nah, never) Put that on my soul (I put that on me nigga) On my soul (Right) On my soul (Yup!) Riding with the bros (Cruisin') I could never fold (Never ever nigga) Put that on my soul (Put that on me bro) On my soul (Look) On my soul (Uh) I put that on my soul I'm the name these niggas mention 90's baby Style wavy Clothes vintage While you soft niggas simpin' I'm outside on a mission Just to make a living And upgrade from average pensions My niggas niggas winning Getting money like the jackpot Probably call your girl to come through just to hit back shots Kazie Man that hot Recording constant classics on my laptop I'm the team captain and you the mascot, nigga F*ck a slapbox Disrespect, my niggas come through and blast shots With guns you've seen off Call of Duty: Black Opps While I'm in the cut In a peanut butter ragtop Beemer With my niggas and some bitches with they ass out I be out the way and I stack guap With a couple niggas known to pack wops I don't f*ck with niggas I don't f*ck with hoes And I really don't f*ck with whack cops Every time you hear Kazie Man drop Shit hot like you struck a matchbox And every time I pull up to the party Bad thots want to throw me that box But I'm dedicated to blow like detonators Always look to elevate like we sitting on elevators Haters they never phased us We thumbing through hella paper On my grind Bitches want me to f*ck I tell them later nigga I been riding with the bros I could never fold Put that on my soul On my soul On my soul Riding with the bros I could never fold Put that on my soul On my soul On my soul I put that on my soul For Grown Folks ONLY