My Soul Lyrics

Only feel relaxed when I hear this track

Need fire with my soul this the one I'm playing back (Woo)

Aye, don't play with that, please, don't play with that

Only feel relaxed when I hear this track

Need fire with my soul this the one I'm playing back (Woo)

Aye, don't play with that, please

Soul brother number one

Noble overcome, profiting off what's given to me from beyond the sun

The flames from it reflect off my flesh

Just to impress I might show my chest (Ooo)

You done came across what Yah put his hands on

Not allowing judgement especially what's dead wrong

Fickle in your fallacies got nothing else to stand on

Waiting on a come up so someone can put your man on, man gone

Standing on my own, making sacrifice

Planning in the zone how to monetize

Asking on the phone what's the move tonight

I need to vent, going through it, something new to write

Feeling more inspired than I ever been

I'm a lighter, feel the fire when the record spin

Music, every day consume it

With or without you, you know I'm bound to prove it

I was little living in the hospital

Bone marrow biopsy look it up, nothing gentle

Could've been cancer nothing was simple

Was eleven at the time questioning potential

Learned survival living with the symptoms

It's why I lay my blues when I feel the rhythm

Swear I'm making food on an instrumental

Serving out my purpose it ain't accidental

(And this it, Yah)

Only feel relaxed when I hear this track

Need fire with my soul this the one I'm playing back (Woo)

Aye, don't play with that, please, don't play with that

Only feel relaxed when I hear this track

Need fire with my soul this the one I'm playing back (Woo)

Aye, don't play with that, please

Yo, craving alkaline but they give me tap

Nothing else match ability to rap

Keeping a pot of green for my specialty

So if you keep it a hundred meet me at 350

Fuck Amendment one-three, Prophit living free

For my folks locked down every twenty-three

Every man with a son but won't shine his seed

I'm cooking up for the ones lost, a lot to feed

Superhero how I feel when I get through it

Looking at my scars, blood, sweat and tears in this music

I shall be like a tree planted in the river of waters, going up that's where I'm moving

Feel like walking into court and tell them to dribble

My testicles in they mouth, hand me your best pistol (Pow)

The gun going off, you thinking its soft a mafia boss

Attitude, release pent up aggression I kept in my wounds

A permanent effect

Feeling disappointed and upset (Shit)

Finding peace in whatever comes next

Be living gray, looking my best without no regrets

Because my music I hear, coming across my ears

The vehicle I steer get me through another year

Up and about, up and I'm loud rapping around hurdles knocking over doubt (Uh)