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