Soul Child (feat. Lil Wayne)

Yeah (yeah, yeah) For better or worse, I'm here with you (for better or worse) I just logged off the internet, 'cause niggas be fake beefin' I showed these niggas what to do with a Drake feature (yeah) Six-time nominated, used to wait in line, now they got us accommodated (yeah) Just think about the last seven months that I dominated (yeah) The cars that we drive come in like common denominators You could be the one livin' this life or the commentator I hope I live a life to see my niggas exonerated Why they gettin' canceled? (Canceled) I'm not a slave in my whip, I'm ownin' my masters When I drop that Moon Boy I took off like NASA (skrrt) I'm finally at a place where we can talk 'bout the fucked shit (fuck it) Don't need you complainin' because I go through enough shit These niggas all my sons like I grew up on Bushwick I went from no money on my books to overbooked, bitch We out in Palestine, they had to give me my flowers like I'm their valentine It was a matter of time, I never talked to the cops when it was a matter of crime How the fuck a legal drug turned to a federal crime? I got some niggas in prison who doin' federal time And I heard you niggas fallin' off, I could feel the decline My shit through the roof, don't give a fuck how the ceilin' designed Hangin' with some made niggas who be on militant time You niggas toy soldiers, when they was tryna keep me in the game, I crossed over Feds tryna intercept the pack and got Moss'd over Filipino hoes in the room get tossed over Now look at me cross-over (yeah) And I'm rappin' like my life depend on this shit (it does, nigga) I ain't got no love for these bitches, yeah They never treated me special, they never did shit but be extra No Uber, make her drive herself like a Tesla Guns on the dresser came with a compressor Don't you treat, treat, treat me like sixth man, uh, yeah Ayy, tell the valet, "Bring the Urus to the parking lot" I got shooters in this car, don't whip up in this parking spot I know niggas talk a lot 'cause they all make 'em walk a lot I'm bougie, what you talkin' 'bout? You never sucked this dick, so stop Bitches, they be fake as fuck, fake ass, fake titties Fake attitude, hoe, actin' like you don't drink Henny Talkin' 'bout some 1942, what you gon' do to get it? Ayy, I probably got half on your rent, if not, get evicted Can't be the hottest in the city, I'm tryna take over the whole fuckin' world The world cray, always first, never second, suck my third leg Got her legs in the air like some bird legs Fuck her 'til she can't feel her legs like a mermaid I'm a Perc' head, lean fiend, I'm a weed boy Coke on my fingers, work a key like a keyboard Cocaine cowboy, yeehaw, high comin' down Put some pounds on the other side of the see-saw Yung Bleu, I got 'em, I one-two-and out 'em Put the gun to his collar, Alhamdulillah 'em, yeah Bumbu and olives, mushroom and molly Been a pro since a kid like the young Luka Dončić Promethazine make my punch-punch like Muhammad New Orleans love me like Miami love Udonis Yeah, red bandana and blue collar Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, soul child in this bitch Platinum teeth but ain't no smiles in that bih What's beef? Get the whole cow in this bih If you ain't slatt, keep your nose out of this shit, yeah Yeah (yeah, yeah) For better or worse, I'm here with you (for better or worse)