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You can't save your soul I know, I know Can't save your soul Momma had seen all them pictures from summer The ones with the shorties, the liquor and smoke I'm like Ms. Jordan you aint know your lil son was wildin She looking like how could I know Momma had seen all them pictures from summer The ones with the shorties, the liquor and smoke I'm like Ms. Jordan you aint know your lil son was wildin She looking like how could I know I used to do me up Ramen on stove Was letting me hit from the back I wasn't too good at just taking it slow You can get all of your credit for that I used to make me a bed on the floor Shout out my brother Sakima for that We wasn't rich but I know we weren't poor Bring a whole ounce to the party to flex Look at my wrist, still don't got shit on my neck That's so I never forget, when I was broke I used to tutor the kids, go home and sell me a pack Shout out the plug, I hit the city and see 'em And pray that he never collapse Give you my love? Why would I do it And knowing you never gon give that shit back Heart on my sleeve, Saucony still on my feet, that's how I run up a check Not from the jects, but I still move like a G Praying He order my steps I'm outta touch, gotta do that for my peace You gotta pay me the fee I gotta stack, knowing the way that they tax, nigga ain't nun for free I keep it solid and never retreat Thought I was lacking but nigga I peeped I was gon' spare you lil niggas but then I met Melvin and he had just gave me the beat She like I thought that we could've been friends Baby just leave all the thinking to me My brudda partial to doing the Benz When I pull up it's gon' be Japanese We used to walk to the Cookout, I wasn't good but I'm good now Baby don't ask 'bout these bodies, that wouldn't do any good now I had some feelings to get out, still tryna plot on a win now I'm laying low off of Slaughter, I get da call and I'm en route Really just swerving, 'member way back when she curved me Now she see me and she thirsty Oh what a burden, I could've gave her a purpose, I could've made her so perfect All on my page, baby let's quit with the lurking, you want the work and I'm serving She like a nine, but that's like one under par, I guess that make her a birdie Don't do the Wok, Fiji or nun for me, we moving comfortably Just saw the bro, it had been months for me, wish he had Runtz for me I'm on the go, aint see the sun in weeks, that's metaphorically Couldn't be po', used to do chores for free, stack it and then repeat Look at my wrist, still don't got shit on my neck That's so I never forget, when I was broke I used to tutor the kids, go home and sell me a pack Shout out the plug, I hit the city and see 'em And pray that he never collapse Give you my love? Why would I do it And knowing you never gon give that shit back Give that shit back Cause momma had seen all them pictures from summer The ones with the shorties, the liquor and smoke I'm like Ms. Jordan you aint know your lil son was wildin She looking like how could I know Momma had seen all them pictures from summer, the ones with the- aye smoke, aye You can't save your soul I know, I know Can't save your soul (She looking like how could I know)