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g herbo - on my soul lyrics

[chorus: lil herb]
on my soul
lost too many of my n-ggas out here in that field (on my soul)
my n-ggas my n-ggas one hunnit’ ya’ll n-ggas ain’t real (on my soul)
war time n-ggas ain’t on non’, my n-ggas gon’ drill (on my soul)
young n-gga all i know is get money give a f-ck how they feel (on my soul)

[verse 1: lil herb]
on my soul in the field, ‘member plain nights
totin’ pipes, trappin’ sellin’ white trynna get it right
came straight from the block now i’m on the mic
c-ckroaches all in the trap, used too spend the night
yeah n-gga i need the money, f-ck fame
ima’ stay the same, never change
i be with the gang, sippin’ purple lean, switchin’ lanes
30’s in they hands, so don’t run up on this range, jewels run up in yo’ brain boy
real n-gga everybody should clap for me
but in the field everybody don’t clap for me
my n-ggas real guaranteed they gon’ clap for me so when i get them bills ima’ pay for they accuracy
now everybody juss’ be plottin’ on everybody , the feds prolly’ puttin’ dead bodies on there bodies
and these n-ggas snakes , i ain’t rockin’ wit’ everybody
if any n-gga play, we got choppas’ for everybody
a couple n-ggas might’ve said they my mans prolly’
but understand, i’m that n-gga to everybody
he ain’t from the land then he ain’t my mans prolly
we got a song then he payed me the bands obviously
b-tch can’t ask me for my money man, b-tch over my dead body
and i promise that my money won’t stop ima’ stack ’till i get too the top, put it…

[bridge: lil reese]
ha
you’s a woulda’- shoulda’- coulda’- n-gga
okay yo’ clique a buncha’ woulda’- shoulda’- coulda’- n-ggas
(fufu!) you juss’ a woulda’- shoulda’- coulda’- n-gga
give a f-ck ’bout what you woulda’- shoulda’- coulda-n-gga

[verse 2: lil herb]
man i can’t do sh-t for no n-gga, n-ggas never did sh-t for me (on my soul)
right before when i was pullin’ them bands, n-ggas wasn’t in that sh-t wit’ me (on my soul)
now everybody wanna hold out they hand, boy you can’t get sh-t from me (on my soul)
r.i.p. lil’ roc, vito, fazo and real pistol p (on my soul)
smoke a blunt now i’m back at it
smoke a blunt now i’m back at it
smoke a blunt now i’m back at it
i’m workin’ hard ‘cuz my tape shoulda’ been dropped
and bro’s sh-t goin’ nuts for the crack addicts
meanwhile b-tch i’m focused on my mathematics
all this money in the world, yeah i gotta have it
i ain’t trickin’ on a b-tch, that’s a bad habit
i’m juss’ whippin’ at my wrist for a black aston
i’m ridin’ ’round through the city blowin’ loud by the fifty run up on me and we black maskin’
i don’t ride wit’ the mask but i ride wit’ the mag, i juss’ drive and the macs blastin’

[verse 3: lil reese]
you’s a woulda’- shoulda’- coulda’- n-gga
my n-ggas on the block they’ll shoot you- take- all yo’- figures
if you holdin’ on the low i need that- lil’- f-ckin’- n-gga
if you hold , you say you got it- the sh-t- witcho’- n-ggas
if you gettin’- money lil’ n-gga you should feed everybody on the block
say he hot, how the f-ck he hot when his f-ckin’ album juss’ flopped?
my n-ggas gettin’ money, gettin’ money we ain’t even gotta be on that block
yo’ b-tch gon’ go, she gon’ go anyway ‘cuz she know the squad hot
f-ck all that shoulda’- coulda’- woulda’- sh-t les’ get to it
these old -ss rappers they old as f-ck they needa’ sit down and get to it
and a n-gga like me stay high steady rollin’ up swishers f-ck backwoods
lil’ n-gga get the top, push back on my block everyday n-gga i’m good

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