SOUL FROM 64

Never trade my soul for a paystub Dating nine to fives for too long I had to breakup Consistent with the bread I always knew to keep the cake up This job shit money dead I rather have the music makeup With that being said I ain't doing it for a dollar It just feel like my quest Ima hustler and a baller Huh Soul from sixty four Well that would explain the impala Huh Jordan's with the checks My souls worth alot of the guala huh Billion dollar salary Walking legend faculty Necklace might be fake Not as fake as your personality Murder beats casually Trip down my reality Floing off the mental You question me and my sanity Attack the beat Came energetic Charged with battery The flo click Come automatic The beat manually Goons strapped Up in a rari That's the cavalry But I ride alone Thru my tribulations and agony Stu is in my canopy Drop and count the casualties Claim you got the crown Now that's a mothafucking fanasty Turn you to a tragedy Another forced catastrophe You don't want no beef Then you'll greet me now as your Majesty You can call me lord Holy bars galore I rep the west side Like tupac shakur I'm Chillin' in the north Weed and coffee on my porch Back up in the stu When I find it's time to report You can call me lord Holy bars galore I rep the west side Like tupac shakur I'm Chillin' in the north Weed and coffee on my porch Back up in the stu When I find it's time to report If there's time to breathe Then there's plenty time to record Stop I'm so over excuses That bullshit making my head pop Wavy pioneer Genre cooking something For hiphop Tour around the world And I'm adding mars as a pitstop One thing you should know Is i'm not the type be capping Authentic You the see the fabric A menace to all this rapping shit Body dosed out I don't pop no pills from the cabinet A little of that liquor Tequila A-lot of canna-bliss Mr cider sipper A spitter sit above average I'm one step from an avalanche Dallas fans like a maverick Sacramental wine on my fit I'm not even catholic But I feel like a saint when I sin Ashamed of some badder shit My flo could fill pockets Yes my flo could fill pockets Always filling up my denim And the beat that I'm rockinG Knew the streets ass logic No college ass knowledge Knew a couple ways To fabricate a buck ass ballar Checks without a white collar Checks without a blue collar Got me wandering for lust I'm in search of some new dollars More action less ponder And you may find your award I'm more than just a winner There's other names to explore You can call me lord Holy bars galore I rep the west side Like tupac shakur I'm Chillin' in the north Weed and coffee on my porch Back up in the stu When I find it's time to report You can call me lord Holy bars galore I rep the west side Like tupac shakur I'm Chillin' in the north Weed and coffee on my porch Back up in the stu When I find it's time to report