[Hook: Lil Herb]
On my soul
Lost too many of my n***as out here in that field (On my soul)
My n***as my n***as one hunnit' ya'll n***as ain't real (On my soul)
War time n***as ain't on non', my n***as gon' drill (On my soul)
Young n***a all I know is get money give a f** how they feel (On my soul)
[Verse 1: Lil Herb]
On my soul in the field, 'member plain nights
Totin' pipes, trappin' sellin' white trynna get it right
Came straight from the block now I'm on the mic
co*kroaches all in the trap, used too spend the night
Yeah n***a I need the money, f** fame
Ima' stay the same, never change
I be with the gang, sippin' purple lean, switchin' lanes
30's in they hands, so don't run up on this Range, j**els run up in yo' brain boy
Real n***a everybody should clap for me
But in the field everybody don't clap for me
My n***as real guaranteed they gon' clap for me so when I get them bills Ima' pay for they accuracy
Now everybody juss' be plottin' on everybody , the feds prolly' puttin' dead bodies on there bodies
And these n***as snakes , I ain't rockin' wit' everybody
If any n***a play, we got choppas' for everybody
A couple n***as might've said they my mans prolly'
But understand, I'm that n***a to everybody
He ain't from the land then he ain't my mans prolly
We got a song then he payed me the bands obviously
b**h can't ask me for my money man, b**h over my dead body
And I promise that my money won't stop Ima' stack 'till I get too the top, put it...
[Hook: Lil Herb]
[Bridge: Lil Reese]
Ha
You's a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- n***a
Okay yo' clique a buncha' woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- n***as
(Fufu!) You juss' a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- n***a
Give a f** 'bout what you woulda'- shoulda'- coulda-n***a
[Verse 2: Lil Herb]
Man I can't do sh** for no n***a, n***as never did sh** for me (On my soul)
Right before when I was pullin' them bands, n***as wasn't in that sh** wit' me (On my soul)
Now everybody wanna hold out they hand, boy you can't get sh** from me (On my soul)
R.I.P. Lil' Roc, Vito, Fazo and real Pistol P (On my soul)
Smoke a blunt now I'm back at it
Smoke a blunt now I'm back at it
Smoke a blunt now I'm back at it
I'm workin' hard 'cuz my tape shoulda' been dropped
And bro's sh** goin' nuts for the crack addicts
Meanwhile b**h I'm focused on my mathematics
All this money in the world, yeah I gotta have it
I ain't trickin' on a b**h, that's a bad habit
I'm juss' whippin' at my wrist for a black Aston
I'm ridin' 'round through the city blowin' loud by the fifty run up on me and we black maskin'
I don't ride wit' the mask but I ride wit' the Mag, I juss' drive and the Macs blastin'
[Hook + Bridge]
[Verse 3: Lil Reese]
You's a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- n***a
My n***as on the block they'll shoot you- take- all yo'- figures
If you holdin' on the low I need that- lil'- f**in'- n***a
If you hold , you say you got it- the sh**- witcho'- n***as
If you gettin'- money lil' n***a you should feed everybody on the block
Say he hot, how the f** he hot when his f**in' album juss' flopped?
My n***as gettin' money, gettin' money we ain't even gotta be on that block
Yo' b**h gon' go, she gon' go anyway 'cuz she know the squad hot
f** all that shoulda'- coulda'- woulda'- sh** les' get to it
These old a** rappers they old as f** they needa' sit down and get to it
And a n***a like me stay high steady rollin' up Swishers f** Backwoods
Lil' n***a get the top, push back on my block everyday n***a I'm good
[Hook + Bridge]