$oul On Fire Lyrics

Yesterday, all my troubles seem so far away, now it looks as though they're here to stay

I believe in today, no way

Yeah, yeah, ah

I'ma go to hell if Jesus asks for a feature. I see more gold than an El Dorado adventure

I hold more steel than a leader of the Avengers or every single gym rat that call themselves a bencher

I'm ill, your favorite rapper a kill. I'ma bleed his pockets, niggas drooling for bills

I'ma hit up Uncle Millz and say, yo, we got a hit

He hit me back like bet, nigga, always down for the thrill

Two fully autos and rocket launchers to blow up

I live this shit for real, you play Call of Duty, just grow up

Outer world bars, I'll send you straight to the moon

You have to hit up NASA to make a mission for you

I'll take you and your boys and make a fuck, nigga, stew and brew

Myself a coffee, my niggas coming for you. It's true

I'll be chillin' cause your bitches my masseuse

And I'll take your little man to stick bombs on the roof, nigga

Yeah

I know y'all waiting around for this one

Y'all been waiting for me since Nabu Meetz Dezz

But since then I'm coming different

Yeah

Yeah

In the strip I'm butterfly like it's out a cocoon

So damn high like I'm touching the moon

I run around you boys like some kind of loon

And they asking for a tape, well it's happening soon

This a joint that make these niggas wanna hear from me

Like heating up the oven, gotta wait on it

I rock real jewels, y'all got plates on it

I take your name on the list and I step on it

Huh

Big Boss

Bitches jumping on my bed like it's crisscross

Puff a G, double M's like I'm Rick Ross

Only focused on the chip, I'm a big buck

Antetokumpo

I know they all about that new Stokes

Your girl mouth kinda looking like a group home

I rip nips, not talking bout the blue chrome

Young Stokes bars heavy like jail

I've been a G since the cell

I've really come out my shell

I'm really showing my skill

I'm dripping hotter than hell

My flow is hotter than hell

From NY to FL and I'm coming to kill

My soul on fire, man

Somebody call the fireman

I'm hot like a frying pan

Swinging through your bitch like it's Spiderman

Yo

Yo

Yo, what's up

Shit ain't shit, man

What's up

Shit

We good

For real

Yeah, man

We good

Turn up