Soul Anthem (feat. Buddha G & Chaq Don)

I’ll be the greatest **** ever

you gone see me when I’m done

They asking how you got a penthouse and you only 21

I gotta make it to my momma can’t get killed by a gun

I Dont give a fuck how you did the job as long as that shit done

Yeah I gotta pop my shit

It’s stamped forever straight

I remember begging folks to love me from the golden state

Now promoters call my phone begging do a show today

I told em run me 50 off the bat my pockets overweight

I’m not lying this shit over

I’m not crying in this rover

I’m not started till I’m number one surpassing boy October

told my moms we gone be straight champ as soon as I get older

So I Got it out the mud I’m shrugging shit up off my shoulder

Y’all **** tryna delegate

My **** tryna orchestrate

Survival of the fittest bitch we rich so they can’t regulate

remember eating ramen **** now we order all the steaks

remember riding on the Marta all y’all **** acted fake

So I’m not tryna hear yo shit

I’m not tryna hit yo lick

Bitch I’m bout to be on Forbes you tryna be on other lists

They not bout to call my name like inmate 3176

Nah I’m bout to be on tour getting money till I’m sick

I remember I was down

And she told me I’m a clown —

She bet not fix her lips to say what I deserve right now

She got treated like a queen while I was tryna build our dream

Then she left me for a goofy but we still the winning team

Gang shit only all I know

Labels treat you like a hoe

Only call you when they needing something bitch get off my phone

And they won’t leave me alone

And I’m just tryna take the thrown

And I cant name a bad bitch that I just know I couldn’t bone

I’m that **** full disclosure you can’t feel me then move over

I ain’t never needed extras bitch I feel it while I’m sober

And I know she second guessed it when she saw me on that poster

Now she — all on my phone she talking bout she need some closure.

I saw you in that interview

I saw you started missing you

I — apologize for … hold on bitch I’m not forgiving you

I never meant to hinder you

I tried to give a different view

But — I wasn’t worth it what you said I took it literal

I know this kinda cynical

You had me really critical

I — Took it and ran but now I’m headed to the pinnacle

Call it mortal kombat how combo words to finish you

Needed all that tough love that shit is really pivotal

They saying I could talk to ya soul well how much time u got

I come from a place where them shots a pop

They aint tryna leave the block or cop a drop

They just wanna show u how much rounds they new chopper got

So now I stay up Im inna A

Where they play the same way

Got my goons all in the field, shit every day a game day

I was inna sprayground I had to switch it for a birkin

Snakes be lurkin

That’s why u keep a pistol on ya person

I tried to play it cool seem like that shit just ain’t working

Chopper knock ‘em out his shoes leave em soul searching

Yea I Had to up the score

They ain’t lemme in, had to kick the door

Tryna live rich Of course cuz I already did it poor

Buddha in this bitch

 And I ain’t turning down the reverb

Coming for what I deserve

Never forget what we hea on rd .

Big letters it was three words

like yes you can

Had me looking in the mirror like

I guess you can

I’m a stressed Student

I was finessing for foodstamps

Plan my next movement

Grow and get better my new chant

But For some reason

They look at me as......

just another rapping ****

So much money in packs

I been really impacting ****

Quest threw on the beat and that shit made me wanna slap a ****

Under 21 with a duce

I improper fractions ****.....

stupid

that mean I cut em in half

Bitches buy me PlayStation plus

But I just dub em and laugh

I Double the bag

Cuz I never had in Trouble in math

I shoveled the grass

man fuck that shit

Bitch I’m Back

I’m on attack

And I ain’t playing with you ****

Like a bitch with options

You know I ain’t staying with you ****

Look me up,

cooking em up,

I’m sautéing all you ****

They left me deserted

My turn

I’m sooflaying all these ****

Picture this

Buddha tryna be deep but that shit ain’t worth it

Bitches only see his surface

She don’t know this shit ain’t working

I could bring up childhood trauma

She ask me bout some purses

Fuck her heart I’ll touch her cervix

I’m sorry but I ain’t perfect

If you nervous

Then I can promise you it’s so worth it

Let’s do a little soul searching