SOULCHILD/MAJOR LEAGUES Lyrics

Y'all thought I couldn't do this?

Tuh, fuck you

Yeah, yeah, uh, like

Verses attack your mental like it's Vietnam

Unless you moving straight militant, lyrics ascending from the fog

Name another motherfucker who can flow with the skills of a God

But keep it mellow like the Knicks, Liam damn near threw me a lob

This shit my job, fuck a nine-to-five, from the ages of five to nine

I was spitting off of the top of the dome, in my mother's mind

I had a gift, started writing shit and I formed a symphony

Three years later, I picked up a mic and the rest was history

Speaking of which, tired of motherfuckers saying my music is shit

Like, really think and tell me you can do something better than this

That's what I thought, motherfucker, go take a hike and rest in piss

No R. Kelly trial, I don't keep sixteens, but I keep a fist in case we get wild

My looks alone will make your man convert, no MP3 file

Y'all can't progress 'cause you're stubborn, shit makes you senile

If I looked in one direction my whole life too, then I'd probably see Nile

Y'all won't get that, you need to get back 'cause it's facts

If I never existed, your whole career would've had a major setback

Punchlines hit like Mayweather, must get an umbrella

The way I shoot out flows, no Beretta, I'm just better

More arsenal, stacked like the Showtime Lakers

Chase to the paper, we playing tag, but this time, we touching your toe

If you interfere with the bright, then motherfucker, you toast

I would say let's hop on a song, but you be doing the most, bitch

Showtime Lakers, chase to the paper

Motherfucker, you toast

I ain't think I need to prove myself any longer

Built myself up like a carpenter, screw a martyr

Moral of the story is we don't need fathers

Deceased parts of a family tree that have no need to be present in my seed's corner

Keep feeding me hate so I can receive praise

And all the fruits of my labor, keep me sane

When the beast calls, I'll be right there to attack, people wanna be problem starters

And attack on the web behind closed doors, Peter Parker

Now, we got no way home, case closed

I thought this was supposed to be effortless, why you sweating?

You said you could do it better, clearly, I got the message

So, here's my mic and my pen, go ahead, I'll give you a second

Exactly, a catastrophe is what this happened to be, I'm happy

I like when they crumble and fail in front of my face

Especially when they bring me down as if there's any way I'm stopping

You either with or against me and you don't want the second option

Between me and you, you always gon' be the second option

Ball on your court, I'm snatching it from you, Dennis Rodman

I had you in the bigger picture before, but now I'm cropping

New homies in the picture, we gon' shine, I got 'em locked in

Three hundred thousand streams and I haven't made a fucking profit

A prophet always profits, so fuck it

Negativity, tuck it, what's real will always prosper

And the countless fucking offers that I got clearly speaks for themselves

So, leave your bullshit for the birds 'cause it ain't good for my health

Fuck being humble, sometimes I wanna drown in my wealth

When you got the gift that I got, it's hard to keep to yourself

So, if you hate on me 'cause I'm confident, then please seek help, bitch

You hate on me, then please seek help, bitch

Please seek help, yeah

Liam so fine