Chorus:
Oh lord my soul sings
Doing d** no c**aine
A n***a Pac no nose ring
Get it poppin it's a cold world
Swear the rapping been as kosher
Me and Cedric going way back
Had my rapping going ape traaaack
That same sh** I couldn't pay back
Verse 1:
I'ma do this sh** the cold way
I'm the type to spit a cold verse
Competition that's a closed case
Y'all gonn have to k** my soul first
All this talent couldn't go to waste
How the media control our taste
How the f** I'm I not one to play
Who the f** took your soul away
Verse 1.2:
Push that poem through your headphones
I just hope to maybe make a k**ing
Drop the rap and give you back chills
Put the city on my rap sheet
Make the city do a back flip
Many rappers on some wack sh**
Tell these n***as they some pet peeves
[Bridge]
Verse 2:
All this talent couldn't go to waste
I just know you n***as can't relate
Me and Woldy with the plan made
Mitch got us that's a damn pace
I used to sit just to rap in the civic
Been in this rapping just looking for pivot
Years later I done got it for real
Many tell me that it's never too late
Can a black man play it on faith
Hard work couldn't get us a deal
Why the f** we blow our money away
Lord knows that my brothers relate
Damn near 30 still in a club
Money problems couldn't take em awaaaay
Chorus:
Oh lord my soul sings
Doing d** no c**aine
A n***a Pac no nose ring
Get it poppin it's a cold world
Swear the rapping been as kosher
Me and Cedric going way back
Had my rapping going ape traaaack
That same sh** I couldn't pay back